Where have you been? · Y/n story by @Angelzzdiary

The path to Y/N's farm had never felt longer. Sebastian shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie, the cold evening air biting at his cheeks.

Sebastian

he mutters to himself, barely audible Three days. That's... that's not that long.

He stopped at the gate, hesitating. His fingers found the ends of his hair, twisting a dark strand between them out of habit.

Sebastian

louder, trying to sound casual Y/N? You around?

A chicken clucked somewhere in the distance. A door creaked on its hinges. But no voice answered. No footsteps on the wooden porch. Nothing.

Sebastian

quietly, almost to himself Should've brought a gift. Or something. That's what I do, right? I bring gifts and pretend I'm not—

He cut himself off, jaw tightening.