Fifteen years before
Neil was pacing their shared bedroom, they had fought, he had said things he regretted and he had shouted things he regretted especially since he had done these things in front of her friends. But the words she had said to him stung, they had made him say and shout things he had never said to her before, why. Why had she told him he acted like him.
He looked up as she came in, giving him an unhappy look. Her friends had probably left, which he was grateful for, they were a lot on a good day, but today was a bad day, a very bad day. He looked at her in the eyes, he did not like the disappointment or the disapproving look in her eyes. Why, why did she have to say that sentence, then be surprised that he had shouted at her.
“Rose I-” he stopped when she held her hand up to prevent him from speaking anymore. He knew he shouldn't have dont it, he should have told her as soon as he started to become anxious, or when the constant questions and requests for him to play his violin started to become too much, that was on him. He should have been better at communicating, he shouldn't have called her bossy, or called her friends hungry wolves,or yell she was being overdramatic. He regretted it all, wishing he could take it all back.
His guilt became unbearable when he heard her utter the words “you are just like your father.’ that hurt him, and cut deep. He was about to beg for her forgiveness, but she had walked away. Going to cool off or stay with a friend, but all he could do was stop and stare at her, watching her walk away…it was almost like she would never come back, little did he know she never did.
Present time
Niel couldn't believe it, in all his years he had never expected to see Rose again, heck he never thought he'd hear that she still loved him, but here he was. Sitting there on the sofa in an overcrowded house, with Rose, taking his hand, seeing his wedding ring, and confessing! His eyes widened more as he watched her get up