PILLOW FIGHT

It was already around 3 am, and Julian still wasn't back. Astrid couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness that had settled in her chest. 

She had grown accustomed to Julian's presence, and his absence felt like a gaping hole. She lay in bed, tears streaming down her face as she thought about their argument earlier.

Astrid still couldn't sleep, she kept thinking about Julian's words, the way he had threatened to leave her. Was he planning to and one her and not come back tonight? She thought sadly.

The thought sent a wave of panic through her, and she jumped out of bed, running to the door.

Just as she reached the door, it swung open, and Julian stood before her, his eyes bleary from drink. "Julian..." she cried out not caring about his drunk state he flung herself into his arms, embracing him tightly.

"I thought you wouldn't come back," she sobbed, her tears soaking into his shirt.