blood red // sal fisher x reader

I'll Be There for You

When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month
Or even your year

I'll be there for you

You sat behind the wheel of your mother's car, hands tightly gripping the leather. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. You needed to drive home, to stay away from Sal like he had requested, but couldn't stop crying long enough to start the car.

Your phone beeped, and you were momentarily filled with hope that it might be Sal, saying he's sorry and asking you to come back to talk things through. But he didn't strike you as the type of person who would make a decision and regret it right after-- much like yourself. No, he was determined, and if he said he was done with you, then he was done with you. Regardless of how much he loved you, he had more self respect than you did.

Or had finally had enough of being tossed aside.

So when you looked down at your phone, no longer hopeful, it was Patrick's name that made your screen light up.

—

Patrick ⭐:
I was going through some stuff in my room and I've decided that if you're going to stop, I am too. Just wanted to let you know. You're a good girl, Y/N :)

—

The text made you smile, albeit weakly. You were glad to be making a positive impact on Patrick's life, but disappointed in yourself to have relapsed just after he left. Still, it wasn't too late to do the right thing, and now that you had more support than just James, maybe you could actually do this.

But your positivity was short-lived, because you looked up just in time to see Sal pull his curtains open. His eyes found yours through his window and he held your gaze for a few seconds before shaking his head and walking away.

You wiped your eyes and tried to calm down. He wanted to see you one last time before you left, there was no other explanation. And as you realized your sudden excitement over the mere thought of him just wanting to see you, you almost laughed at the irony. How afraid you had been, just a few hours prior, that telling Sal you loved him would have him holding onto the tiniest bit of hope and preventing him from moving on. When it turns out that he was the one who broke things off and you were the one who found comfort in seeing his figure through his window.

And if that was it, if your last memory of you two together would be seeing his disappointed face as he took one last good look at you, then you were in for a nasty karma.

Suddenly, your happiest memories flooded your mind. You remembered Sal's laughter, his kindness, the way he always made you feel loved. His touch-- always so gentle, always so tender, reminding you every single day that you were so much more than just a troubled girl with a past. At least, to him.