Summary: Sebastian wife writes him a letter in which he does not want to receive
A/N: I feeling self hate tonight so his a sad one guys! sorry!
To my dearest love,
I’m writing this one from your desk, you know the one that lays at home? Do you remember what home is my love, your office hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet the oak is still abandoned and smells to strongly of new. Home is now a house my love, all your shirts have lost their smell I know this because I’ve worn them straight for six months.
I watched you change through Instagram, the way your body now morphs into someone I don’t know. I hope you know I don’t remember what it feels like to wake up to that beard brushing my neck, do you think of me when you shave my love. How I use to do it so delicately and yes I do see the tiny cuts adoring that skin of yours. Just how I notice there are no bags under your eyes or how your feet don’t drag on concreate ground did you know mine do? My body is tired Seb, tired of longing all the time for someone who hasn’t called me in nearly a month!
This letter is short, I’m sure it will not cross your mind but I’m going home and by home I mean to my mothers. I miss you too much to live in a constant state of your old presences. An finally I’m sorry for telling you I could do it because I can’t deal with missing you for months at a time.
All the love Y/N x
Sebastian sits in the tight fitting plane sit, his was on his way home and the letter came as he was packing his bag for the flight and suddenly no point seemed to come from this flight. As if it had already crashed and burned, tears burning his eyelids but the tighter he scrunches his eyes the quicker they appear. He lets them roll down his cheeks as realisation kicks in that his just lost his love…
Continuation?? Let me know loves!