Sleeping Under The Moonlight ( Tommyinnt x Reader)

Chapter 15

Tw// slight mentions of blood. [ no one is bleeding]

I cried. I just wanted my friends to act like they used to.

Funny and chaotic rather than Fighting and crying. 

No one was ever really happy in that house. We all tried to fit in so soon and now it feels like we rushed it. 

The memories of how it all started began to fade throughout the house. No one mentioned the fun times we had or, the memories we shared together. Now it was only the mistakes we made and the anxiety that followed.

Now I sit here alone in the bathroom crying holding on to the little hope I had left of us being us again.

I miss the happy us. What happened? A knock on the door Surprised me. Yet I chose not to move. A sniffle followed.

"Y/n I'm worried will you at least talk to me so I know you're okay" he was on the verge of tears. It took most of the strength I had left to scoot over to the door.

"I'm alright" I whispered while crying. 

" y/n I know you better than that. You don't have to be worried I'm not gonna yell or judge you" he let out a soft cry. He was crying.

Was he just as hurt as I was?

" I miss the old us. The fun people we used to be. I just really want it to go back to how it was. I just want you all to not be angry at me or worried. "  tears flowed down my face.

" I just want everyone to be happy again. I feel like it's all my fault there arguing and always yelling." I cried harder

"I just wanted to fit into your friend group but I've only torn it apart. I know I can't fix it. No matter how much I want to try. It hurts. It hurts." I sobbed. I tried to wipe my tears but they never seem to stop rolled down my cheeks.

"It really hurts to try, but I still do. Even after everything they say to me, I can't seem to walk the other direction or to leave ,  because deep down their the only family I have left. " I took a deep breath, well I tried to.

"Yet deep down I  also hold onto so much hope that they will change. Sometimes I think it's me that needs to change and not them. " It was now that I knew my heart was truly broken.

It felt like I should be bleeding out on the floor as I cried. My heart was ripped out of my body by the people I loved the most, yet it still chose to beat for all of them.

They're my family and no matter what I couldn't leave. I knew that. No matter what happens even if they shot me I wouldn't have left.

Why?

Well I know what they used to be. I know what they can be. I know who they are. None of them are like this.

The truth is grief makes us do dumb things. I can't blame them for that.  We're people we do dumb thing and we make a shit tone of mistakes.
The only thing that truly matters is how we bounce back.

Could we bounce back?

Only time could tell. George unlocked the door and pulled me into a hug. We just sat there and both cried.

We both had one thing in common, and that was to fix our very broken friend group, filled with very broken people.