Male YouTuber Imagines

You Don't Have To Go(JOEY): ©Skiller0Dani

PART 2. 

His fingers were long and smooth and gentle, but it was odd. The way that he held my wrist tight, and the way that his free hand helplessly gripped and clawed at the roots of his hair, showed me the desperation he was begging for, silently. I didn't know what to even say to him to make this easier for him. I don't think I'm going to be able to slip away without giving him an answer. 

"W-Why?" He stammers, wiping away his falling tears. I know why he's upset like this. I didn't only end it with him, I never said it, I packed while he was out late one night, and ignored him for months after that. With no word, so he's visibly upset right now. The first he's seen or heard anything from me in months. 

"I-I'm sorry Roo." I stammer, unable to hold back the unwanted tears. His hand slips down to my palm, gripping tightly, as if he is afraid I'll run away if he lets go. I turn to face him, and instead my body gives out, and I stumble into his chest as his arms wrap around me subconsciously. I remain there, making no move to pull away as my pathetic sniffles are muffled by his heartbeat and own erratic breathing patterns. I tip my chin upward, and my eyes connect with his, and almost as if its a habit, my lips trail their way to his and my body is soon flushed out by the sweet taste of vodka and the fizzy happiness that he gives me. My mind, through all this numbing joy, harshly reminds me, that this is a poisoned night. I pull away all too soon and I can't find any strength to look him in his eyes, as I can feel the disappointment already. 

"I just need a reason why. How am I supposed to move on if I don't know what I did wrong. Or if I could have changed you're mind." He rambles. 

"You did nothing wrong Roo." I mutter, not wanting to continue on this subject, only wanting to run, far far away, which is probably why he still hasn't let go of my now clammy and sweaty palm. 

"Well then what?" He said with a certain harshness in his voice whilst dropping my hand. I look to his face, and for the first time ever I actually see anger etched into the tiny wrinkles by his eyes and his eyebrows being pulled together. 

"Because I'm sick."