R.I.P
“Don’t forget to feed the fish, okay [Y/N]?”
The words were so innocent, how could she have known?
It was only for a week.
What’s the worst that could happen?
He sighed as he opened the door to the apartment he and [Y/N] shared, exhausted and just happy to be home at last. The living room light was on, telling him that his favorite person was about somewhere and oh how he couldn’t wait to have her in his arms again. However the soft sound of sobs carrying from down the hall drew his attention from relaxation and put him on alert. He walked down the hall and stopped at the open bathroom door, finding a sight that really shouldn’t have surprised him.
“Rest in peace Nemo.” [Y/N] cried as she plunked the dead goldfish into the toilet, “I’m sorry I wasn’t a better fish mommy.”
She flushed the toilet and stared at the empty fish bowl with an expression of complete misery on her face. He cleared his throat, teary [e/c] tears automatically on him.
“So how was your week?” He asked casually.
“Oh James!” She wailed, running into his waiting arms and crying out her apologies as he rubbed soothing circles in her back.
She could barely take care of herself, how could she have been expected to take care of a fish?