On the fifth day of lockdown, everything was worse than before. Both Emily and Warren were feeling clingy and kind of desperate and in search of one reason to start talking about what they were feeling.

Truth be told, they themselves didn't know what the hell it was that they were feeling.

After waking up, Emily was making the bed, when Warren entered the room.

"You make the bed?"

She looked at him as if he had said that he was John freaking Green himself. That level of disbelief.

"We lived together for eleven fucking months. Who do you think made the bed when you didn't?"

Warren rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, um, I don't know, I–"

"You never noticed?"

"Yeah I kind of wondered but I don't know why I didn't get to that conclusion before. Now it seems borderline stupid."

"You never noticed." She nodded to herself and went back to the task at hand.

He felt like shit for not knowing this seemingly innocent detail. And also stupid for not deriving the result himself. He went to stand beside her and touched her shoulder gently.

"I feel so dumb."

Emily turned towards him and with sadness and guilt lacing her each syllable, uttered out, "It's okay, Warren. We both didn't notice many things. You're not the only one who's responsible."

"Ironic, seeing that you yourself said just a few days ago that I make all the mistakes to affect the core of relationship, which kind of is true."

"I said that because I was angry. I didn't mean it. And it's way, way, way far from the truth. I make mistakes too. Duh."

This seemed to awaken the Something in both of them. "Yeah?" he said, moving closer to her. "Like what? What did you do?"

"I so don't want to count my own shortcomings like a high school clichéd romance story character. But just know that everyone makes mistakes. Tons of them. It's not always okay but it's even terrible to hold it against that person, which is precisely what I did. And I'm sorry for it, I think."

Very slowly, Warren put his forehead against her shoulder and mumbled, "Me too."

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Around seven in the evening, Warren's laptop powered down on itself all of a sudden, while his break was going on.

"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, trying to boot it up, but nothing worked and he was frantic, lest the break ended.

"Emily, hey Emily. Where's your laptop? Emergency call, where's your laptop?" he shouted loudly from the bedroom.

Emily came in. "Jeez, stop screaming." She handed it to him from the chair. "And don't erase any data. You know," she made air quotes, " 'accidentally'."

After she went out, Warren logged in with his ID, and he breathed a sigh of relief only when he saw there were still nineteen minutes left with his break.

He opened Word, to log in there with his ID too and accidentally, really accidentally, saw a file named "Dear Warren".

Like earlier with Emily, he also got curious and after making sure that she was not coming in the room anytime soon, he opened it.

What he read made him feel torrents and waves and currents of Something.

Dear Warren,
So I know this is very Lara Jean-y of me, but in my defense, a) my love for you is not secret and b) hence, I'm not going to hide this; I'm writing this for you to read it, even though I'm a cringeworthy writer. Okay, so the purpose of this is to tell you whatever I haven't been able to tell you in the past two months and whatever I'll not be able to tell you for the next month, like, vocally.

I know, I know, we talk every alternate day and we always have each other on our minds and we're going all Bella Swan. However, through all of that, I can't help but think that there's been some distance between us lately. Obviously, these two months have been hard but I'm not talking about only that. I feel like we've been drifting inch by inch every day, since my promotion. Maybe you didn't notice it, I sure as hell didn't, because it was so small of a shift each day that we couldn't see it every time it took place.

But now when the result of every inch has come together, all I see is this huge chasm between us.

Maybe you going to Mexico doesn't have anything to do with it, maybe it does. I don't know. The point is, we are not the same diamond couple (yes, not golden) we were five or six months ago.

Something, God, everything has changed. It started with me and right now seems to end at you. I know I'm being a little pessimistic about it; like, everything would go back to great once you come back, right? But I just want to acknowledge this thing, this terrible, horrendous weed growing between us.

Call me a sap all you want, but you want to know how I miss you?

I miss you when I wake up and don't see this certain beautiful—yeah, that's the adjective—guy with drool all over his face.

I miss you when I get ready for work and don't have this boyish man to compliment me about anything and everything I wear.

I miss you when I have no one to fight with, upon doing the dishes.

I miss you when I obsessively fangirl over Harry Styles fifteen times a day and no one makes a pouty face like have eloped with him.

I miss you when I have to go out with friends because I'd rather stay in with this stupid introvert.

So yeah, that's basically how much I don't miss you. (Please don't tell me you need me to underline the sarcasm here. Well, I've done that now anyway. God knows you're thick in the head.)

But this corny stuff is not everything that I feel.

I feel like we should communicate with each other. Something that we've been sucking at, lately. I feel like I should be able to say all this to you, not write. I feel like you should be here to let me relieve you of all the work tension that's bothering you.

I know you're there for a month more but I needed to tell this to you. Hopefully, we'd go back to being this diamondest couple when you come back. I promise I'll try.

Don't work too hard.

Yours,
Wanting to shower you with kisses,
Emily Stakes.

"Emily, Emily, Emily!"

"Yeah?" She came in, flushed, wondering what was wrong.

"Sit down," Warren said, closing the laptop, work forgotten.

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A/n: Can't believe this one's going to be over soon. Yes this is the second to last update. I'll post the last chapter, least by tomorrow, y'know, it being Harry Styles' birthday. It's an auspicious day. Also, the last chapter is gonna be really short in length.

Please please comment your opinion. Every time I see a comment notification it really makes my heart swell.

Love,
–Ray
:)