Wille's POV:
I wanted to sit on the bench, next to Simon but then I saw he threw up all over it. Jesus fucking Christ- what did I do... "Simon... I- Wha.. I'm so sorry Simon I'm so so sorry, I didn't me-" I was speachless knowing that it was all my fault. he cuts me off "can you please just... come here." He stands up, holding his arms out to me. We hug for a while. Then I start to hear sniffles. "Simon.. are you crying?" I ask him with a slightly worried look on my face. He doesn't say anything, he just looks at me. His eyes are bright red and he looks really pale. "Simon.." he just puts his head back on my shoulder. I sit down on the clean spot of the bench and carefully place him on my lap. We sit there for a while, not saying anything, just holding eachother tightly. After a few minutes of just holding eachother in silence, he looks at me. "do you.. want to break up?" He asks me, as he asks the question he almost starts crying again. "What? No Ofcourse not! I didnt mean it like that, I promise. I'm so sorry if it seemed like I did.. I really love you Simon, I really do. And I don't want to break up, but if you do then I would respe-" he doesn't let me Finish. He kisses me. "Shhh" he says, as he sees I'm crying too. "It's okay" he says, looking me directly in my eyes. I want to say something, but I can't, I don't want to say anything. I just want to be with my boyfriend. I feel so guilty for everything I've done, I feel so so so so guilty. I feel like shit, but for now, I don't care. I'm just glad me and Simon aren't breaking up, I'm glad he's here with me. I love him more than anything, I love him more than myself.
"But how are YOU feeling? Are you okay? I was so worried about you when you ran away, and when you didn't answer my calls I thought something might've happened to you... I'm so sorry Simon I'm so so sor-" he puts his finger on my lips. "Wille, I'm okay, let me worry about you for once okay?" He asks me. "But you were crying when I came here, you were crying when I called yo-" he kisses me again, still sitting on my lap. "Stop worrying about me, I'm okay." He says, with a slight smile on his face.
"...okay" I say, looking down. He puts his head back on my shoulder. We hug for a while. "I came here to comfort you and now I've made it all about myself..." I say softly. "Shhh, it's okay Wille. I love you." he says. "I love you more" I respond.
SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT, I RAN OUT OF IDEAS!!💜
