Darkest Of Nights | Sally Face

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Whoever x reader
Song: Happiest Year Jaymes Young
I'm going through a really though break up right now, and this idea ran through my head.
Its meant to be with whoever you'd like cause I couldn't decide who
TW: suicidal thoughts??
(Just in case)

They were sitting on the edge of their bed, clutching their phone between their fingers. The screen lit up by the press of a button then turned off after so long. Their leg bounced out of a nervous panic.

They were having a break down right now. (Significant/Other) had broken up with them about a week ago and they weren't exactly coping well.

(Name)'s thoughts were consumed with the greif and loss of their best and longest relationship. How foolish they felt; thinking everything was going alright between them. Sure, there were hiccups, mistakes on both parties, but (Name) thought that they would work through them.

(Name) never thought it would lead to the end of the relationship.

So, there they sat, crying their eyes out. They were trying to work up the courage to call someone since they were alone. The only person that crossed their mind was the only person that they took comfort in; the only one they wanted to hear from. (S/O).

(Name)'s eyes rolled over to the clock on the wall. '3:47' the glowing numbers read through tears.

Their ex was long asleep by now. Cradling the body of another, like they had been for the past month.

They took their gin plus sprite and swallowed the rest of the can harshly.

"I can't.." They wailed. "Why was I...I..I never..good enough...?"

Subconsciously, their fingers found the way to their ex's contact photo. Tears poured from their swollen, red eyes as they stared at the face they loved so much.

Their thumb hit the green call button. The same digit went between their teeth as they put the phone to their ear.

It rung, and rung, and rung.

Until they heard (S/O)'s voice again, but only telling them to leave a message. So, they bit back a sob.

What did they expect?

"H..hi..(S/O).." They gave a weak smile for themselves. "I.. I.. I know its.. late.. I know..." They whimpered. "I know you don't... want to talk.. to me.. especially.. but.. god this is stupid.." They smacked their lesser dominate hand to their forehead. "I.. I'm trying.. I'm trying.. so, so, hard.. but, I don't think.. I don't think," they took a breath to calm down their mind and their shakiness, both in the voice and their body.

"I don't think.. I do think... This is stupid.." They took their phone from their ear and covered their mouth to muffle a sob before placing the cellular device back to their ear.

They took a breath, having more tears fall from their (color) eyes. "I don't think.. I'll.. I'll.. Be okay on my own.. I miss you.. And I shouldn't.. Because we ended things.. But I can't.. I can't..." They sobbed. "I don't think.. I can make it.. Past tonight.. I'm not as strong.. as you.. think I am.." All while saying this, it pained their heart.

Yes, they were suicidal. Yes, they were afraid of death and not knowing what was beyond. No, they felt as if they couldnt live without their other half. Especially, knowing they had been left behind because their partner wanted someone else.

They bit their lower lip. "I'm.. Sorry.. I shouldn't have said that.. Don't worry about.. Me.. I love you..." They took the phone from their ear and hit the red button.

They didn't want to leave the world with their ex feeling guilty. They brought their knees to their chest and sobbed. Sobbed like their was nothing more to them but that one action.

They had been sobbing every night for the past month, all because they wanted to be held, kissed, everything. They wanted to feel loved, but their partner wasnt their when they needed them most. When they were just as vulnerable.

They stared at their phone for a while through clouded eyes. Their screen was a picture of them while they were in their happiest. That nostalgia came to an end when they looked around the empty room, to the empty side of the bed where (S/O) used to lay.

(Name) put their legs to where they were dangling off of the bed then looked to the nightstand where their antidepressants sat.

They were so tired of hurting.