delicate

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING; SH

you hadn’t seen lars in days. it felt like he had just disappeared. no calls, no messages, not a word. maybe he had just been busy, or maybe you were just overthinking it. but something wasn’t right.

you left voicemails; ”lars...? hello? are you okay? i’m worried about you, please call me back.”

because he refused to reply you had to take matters into your own hands. so you baked, a nice platter of brownies. you drove to gus and karin’s house, walked to lars’ garage and knocked.

you knew he saw you. even though it was the latest you ever knocked, you knew he was watching you from the window, unsure if he should open the door.

after mustering up all the courage he could, he opened the door slightly, “h-hey...” he said.

“hi, honey. how are you? it feels like i haven’t seen you in forever.” you smile sweetly. lars tries to smile but he looks so uneasy. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing i’m... it’s nothing. you should go home.” he suggests.

“but i just got here, and i made brownies.”

lars rubs his eye with the back of his hand, his sleeve slightly moving down showing what you could only hope was an accident.