closure
you sat on the couch sobbing as you scrolled through the tag DT on instagram, feeling horrible to the fans who are so hungrily waiting for the twins return.
as grayson's fiancé, you've always thought it was strange that they never said a goodbye ever, they just left, vanished and now they don't even want to be seen in public with fans anymore.
you've always felt bad to everyone who just wanted closure at least.
"yo yn, these people were taking pictures of me in public, that's like so not chill and gives me bad vibes" g hollers as he walks through your shared house, ethan following.
you shut off your phone and lightly placed it on the coffee table that sat in front of you.
"guys, i think you should come take a seat" you sighed, playing with your engagement ring gray gave you.
they both took their hats off and threw it on the kitchen table. they dragged their big feet over to where you and took seats next to you, leaving you in the middle.
"whats up" says ethan.
"guys..i know that you don't like being on social media anymore, but boys, people really miss you a lot. i'm not saying that you have to do all this and start posting, not my intention at all, but they just want closure. they said it themselves! they don't want you to post, they just want an official goodbye!!!" you said, in hope they would listen.
the twins looked at eachother in silence.
"i mean look at this" you started, grabbing your phone off of the table to look at edits of them.
"look at it, they fucking miss you like crazy and just want to hear from you one last time"
grayson took your phone and started scrolling through pages and pictures reading the captions, ethan hovering his shoulder. his eyes started to water.
"this is horrible, ethan" grayson sighed, guilt all over his face. "and we didn't even realize" ethan continued. the twins looked at each-other and nodded.
— tuesday
"hey guys, we're back" grayson smiles, a genuine smile.
"but unfortunately, we're back for the last time" ethan added. grayson makes a fake frown face, forming a heart with his hands.
an: can this pls happen in real life, cause where are those hoes.
—
mars
