have we met? || brance

cruelty

“Have we met?” was a thing Vance did to tease Bruce whenever they were around his friends, basically a friend would ask if Vance knew the boy and he'd shrug, the same exact words slipping through his lips.

Bruce always laughed it off, but then there were times where Vance would just walk away with the group, leaving Bruce behind.

This had been going on since they started dating, Bruce never said anything about it, nor did Vance ever apologize. Why would he?

Vance and Bruce were on their usual date, this time it was just them. The two walked out of the theatres with a popcorn and soda bottle in hand, laughing and talking about the movie.

Sitting down on a bench, eating while staring up at the sky, leaning against each other. “Hey, Bruce?” The other would stare at the blonde, a smile on his face, “Yeah?”

Vance looked away, before exhaling and shaking his head, “..Nevermind. I forgot.” Bruce would only nod, adjusting their hands as he turned to look back at the stars.

Vance couldn't bring himself to say it, why would he, it's not like they'd be moving away from each other, it's not like one of them was gonna die tomorrow. But what if it did happen, what would he say then?

{ days later }

It had happened, Bruce had gone missing. Why? Why did it have to be him, why couldn't that idiot just take someone else instead?

Why him?

WHY BRUCE?

Vance's anger wouldn't go away, he punched at the wall next to him, “YOU PIECE OF SHIT.” He wanted to hit someone, anything at all, he wanted the pain to go away, he wanted everyone to shut up, he wanted Bruce.

“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Vance screamed, but there was no one there, just him and his emotions. He kicked at the objects near him, destroying everything he could lay his hands on. His emotions scattered like paper, his hair was a mess, his knuckles dripped with blood, his face was wet with the amount of years he shed.

He screamed, kicked, and scratched but there was nothing and no one there to make the pain go away. Just one thought of Bruce made him go feral, “WHY'D IT HAVE TO BE HIM. WHY THE FUCK DID IT HAVE TO BE HIM. FUCKING TELL ME.”

It was like a piece of him broke, he felt himself drop onto the ground, pulling at him arms, hugging himself tight as his sobs grew quiet.

No one was there to watch, no one was there to hold him, no one was there to comfort him.

Bruce wasn't there.