Summer, Fall, Winter, Autumn; months passed, years, then weeks, days, minutes, seconds, and then he was at her front door. His hands were shoved in his sweat-suit pants pockets, his reddened irises avoiding her [e/c] stare. Her gentle lips were parted in astonishment, her hands trembled and ached to reach out to make sure he was real and it wasn't a dream.
He couldn't be at her door-step. He had told her he wouldn't come back, told her he wouldn't apologize; that he hated her.
Rin took a hesitant step towards her and she took two steps back, her quivering hands clutching her shirt and swallowed the lump in her throat. [Name] wanted to ask him why he was there, if he was just there to make fun of her feelings like he did before he left - throwing her heart back into her face just when she thought she was getting somewhere with him and his stubborn heart.
His voice whispered, gentle against the sharp edges of his teeth. His voice drifted into her ears and tears pooled at the edges of her lashes. He didn't think that he could just say her name like that, with so much promise of an apology in his tone, and she would just fall back into his arms like she did before?
"You...left me already, Rin...why...?"
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, her back hit the hallway's wall behind her and her legs gave out. She slid to the floor and gathered her legs to her chest, a aching sob stirring in her chest. Rin set his jaw, and strode through the thresh-hold of her front door to stand in front of her, toes touching her toes.
He, then, brought himself down to her on his knees, his long arms shook in uncertainty as he enveloped her in them and pulled her to his chest. [Name] tried to choke out protests and push him away, but the small sliver inside of her that still loved him kept her from using full force - her fingers curled into his shirt, her nose nuzzling into his collarbone.
"I missed you."
Rin said, running his fingers through her [h/c] tresses while he pressed his lips to the top of her hair.
Though, he would never be as sorry as she was, given how she had already forgiven him the moment she opened the front door.