super rich kids | rosekiller

final

tw: underage drinking, addiction, mention of panick attack again please if you need help get it! its never too late <3

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He was falling again--retrogressing into a previous state he'd tried so hard to grasp his way out of. He'd thought he'd finally crawled out of that hole, walked far enough away to never fall back into it again.

And yet here he was now, falling, trying to drink away the pain, the ache in his chest he had just had enough of, trying to replace that pain with more pain as he punched the wall, just letting an empty bottle plummet to the ground and shatter into thousands of tiny shards and pieces. Fragments that would never be able to be put wholly together to form what it once was, just as he, himself, was.

The thought of just being betrayed by a woman he trusted and once loved--it was too much for barty to bare. He couldn't handle it.

No matter what he did, though, he couldn't forget what chloe had done to him. Just the thought of remembering it--the feeling gripped his chest, his heart, and he took another swig from the glass.

Days blurred in and out, memories became foggy--he knew regukus was concerned for him, regulus, and he seemed to be spending less and less time together. That easily slipped his mind, relieving the pain and trying to forget it cared more at this point than anything else.

And then evan came into his life--beautiful, wonderful evan. He brought solace, calm, peace, tranquility, a stable ground. Things barty had been lacking for so long, too long. With him, barty got better, he had less fits of drinking, less panic attacks, less anxiety attacks.

When he did, evan  was there--the blond would slowly take the bottle from his hands, softly kiss the boys forehead and lead him to bed, never once caring about bartys pale face or bloodshot eyes.

Every time barty felt like he couldn't breathe during an attack, or feel like he was about to faint, evan was there, hugging him, reminding the man where he was, that he was safe, that he could breathe, that it was okay to cry. Always, always, always.

they were good, and deeply in love with eachother which nobody ever thought would happen. james and regulus were okay, remus and sirius were okay, mary and lily were okay, dorcas and marlene were okay, everyone was okay and thriving.

but all of that was over, only tranquillity would wash over them. nothing bad would ever happen to the two of them as long as they had eachother. so that was why they were laying together, in eachothers arms.

barty, completely open and vulnerable, with gentle caring eyes trained on evan, uttered, "I love you."

evn had his eyes trained elsewhere, and responded, "i love you too"

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anyways thanks for reading, i know its prolly a weird last chapter but idk. i might do a sequel. thank you for reading for trashy fanfic <33