Fixing Broken Hearts

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Warnings:
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Elliot's POV

~ A Few Weeks Later ~

I was laying on the couch at my therapist's house, home for a week for the first time in months in the clinic. I was curled up with my phone in my hands as my therapist walked into the room with tears in her eyes.

'What's wrong?' I immediately exclaimed, jumping up to give her a hug.

'It's happy tears,' she whispered. 'I have a surprise for you, honey. I know you don't like sudden change, so I'm going to tell you that there's some people in the garden waiting for you. I don't want to spoil my surprise!'

'Thank you for clarifying that there's people,' I replied gratefully, walking after her to the garden. She opened the door for me and grabbed something from the table with a gulping noise.

I looked around me and smiled softly as I saw Clay, Tristan, George and Sapnap standing in front of me, all having really excited smiles on their faces. They knew something I clearly didn't know, but I trusted them to be right in their judgement so if they liked it, I believed I would too.

I turned back to my therapist, who handed me a self-written card as a tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it away as I opened the card. 'Do I read it out loud?' I asked, which she nodded to.

'Dear and sweet Elliot, first of all, I want to say how proud I am of you. I have been able to take care of you for the past few months and loved every moment of it. You made me smile again after the loss of my beautiful son and my amazing husband.'

I made a sad face from how much I loved the way she spoke about me, her husband and son.

'You reminded me of him, and slowly, I saw you regain that spark in your eyes. You're Elliot, an amazing boy who I've started to truly love over the past few months and that's why I had something I wanted to ask you.'

'Here it comes,' Clay said with excitement in his voice. 'Read further!'

'Dear, Elliot Moore. After I spoke to a judge and your mother, she agreed to take away her parenting rights as she can't be the mother you need. However, sweetheart, I would want to be that mother for you and that's why I want to ask, would you let me adopt you?'

I gasped and dropped the card on the floor from shock. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened, my feet moving quicker than ever as I ran towards her. Without hesitation, I jumped into her arms while tears began to roll down my cheeks.

'You need to answer!' Clay exclaimed full of excitement.

'Yes, please...' I whispered, most of us crying at this point. Tristan wiped a tear away, but couldn't stop smiling at the same time. 'I was too afraid to ask where I could stay after I left the clinic.'

'And your boyfriend and friends are always allowed to come to our house as well, every day,' she announced. 'But, I will make sure to firstly help you with your homework because that's important too.'

'And there's actually no problem with me being... I still find it hard to say,' I admitted. 'But I think you know what I mean.'

'Say the words, El. Say them and realise it's actually fine to do,' Clay encouraged me. I smiled softly and took a deep breath.

'I uh- I'm gay,' I whispered, receiving another hug from my... mother.

'No, there's no problem with that. I took my son to church every Sunday and they loved him. I never asked their opinions on gay marriage or anything, but there's another boy who once brought his boyfriend and they held hands.'

'Does God still love me? Even after everything I've done and now I'm... gay?' I questioned shyly, seeing everyone nod.

'God forgives all sin, thanks to our Saviour, Jesus Christ. Jesus died for our sins and we are fully washed clean because of that, as long as we accept Jesus in our heart and believe in Him as the only one we truly need,' George answered.

'Even though I used the body He created in a special way as an object of lust?' I stumbled. 'I really regret it and hope I can somehow ever stop thinking about it.'

'Ask Jesus for forgiveness, or admit your sins and thank Him for forgiving you for what you've done. No sin is too big for Him, El, not a singular sin will ever be,' Tristan replied with a sure voice.

'I messed up just as much, Elliot. I lost my virginity when I was sixteen to a girl I didn't love at all. I used to be a drug addict, I hated God and expressed that. I've not experienced more love from Him than I have in years. I admitted all my wrongdoings, He forgave me and washed me clean. I can start over and live by His grace.'

'Maybe if He can forgive me for such big sins, I can forgive myself as well,' I whimpered. 'Thank you for sticking with me, I couldn't have done it without you. I hope that when I'm stable enough, I can see Casper too. He saved my life when I overdosed and I hated him for it, but I'm more than thankful for it.'

'Hi...' I then heard. I looked up into the shy expression of Casper, who was playing with the cuffs of his sleeve. 'I was invited too, but decided to stay away for the first moment. I wasn't there for you and I wanted you to share it with your friends, boyfriend and family.'

'Casper, you have been there for me!' I exclaimed, but he shook his head.

'I took advantage of you when I realised you were drunk. I didn't do anything you didn't want at that moment and was too addicted myself to stop. I went to rehab as well and I'm sober and clean for three months. But this is your party, so that's all.'

I ran up to him, heavily shaking my head. 'Casper, you didn't take advantage of me, we both did things that weren't okay. Brandon took advantage of me and you saved me a second time from him. I will be forever thankful for what you've done and three months is such a big deal. It's your party as well!'

Everyone cheered him on and I saw him crack a small smile, as if he finally forgave himself for the things he had done. 'So I'm... not a rapist?'

'Oh my goodness, Casper! Is this why you've been so distant?' I asked with disbelief in my voice.

'I guess so... I was so ashamed of myself and it felt like I raped you and will forever be a rapist...'

'Casper, you have NOT raped me at all,' I replied right away. 'I have in no scenario felt forced or pressured. It was all my free will and maybe it came from a weak mental health perspective, but so did it from you. You are not a rapist and will never be.'

'Thank goodness,' he whispered, more relieved than ever. 'I couldn't forgive myself for it, thank you for reassuring me...'

'Always,' I said as I then decided to give everyone a tight hug to show them my love for them.

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