Brady Potter Imagines

i think i wanna marry you - brady

Angie's heart felt heavy as she walked through the dimly lit living room, the soft glow of the lamps casting long shadows across the furniture. Her gaze drifted towards the balcony where she spotted Brady, his silhouette outlined against the night sky, a faint cloud of vapor swirling around him like a shroud. The rhythmic sound of his inhales and exhales mingled with the distant hum of traffic, creating a somber symphony that echoed through the night. Approaching him cautiously, Angie could see the exhaustion etched into Brady's features, the lines of stress carving deep furrows into his brow. She knew him well enough to recognize the telltale signs of his distress – the vape clenched tightly in his hand, the weary slump of his shoulders, the haunted look in his eyes.

With a sympathetic smile, she ventured closer, her voice gentle as she called out to him. "Hey, you alright?" she asked, her words carrying on the night breeze. Brady didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon as he took another drag from his vape, the soft glow illuminating his features in fleeting shadows. Angie waited patiently, knowing that sometimes silence spoke louder than words. Finally, he exhaled a plume of vapor and turned to face her, his expression a mixture of resignation and frustration.

"Is everything okay?" she pressed gently, concern lacing her voice. Brady sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging even further under the weight of his troubles. "Larri talked to me last night," he began, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Actually, it wasn't a talk, more of a fight. I told him that I'm with Sofia and planning on marrying her soon. When I told him, he got out of control. I didn't get home till 2 am this morning." Angie's heart went out to him, her sympathy mingling with a tinge of worry for her friend. She reached out a hand, resting it gently on his arm in a gesture of comfort. "I'm so sorry, Brady. That sounds awful." Brady nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor as he continued. "Please don't tell Sofia that I want to marry her," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to tell her when the time is right."

Angie nodded solemnly, her promise a silent pact between them. "I promise," she assured him, her voice filled with sincerity. As their conversation drew to a close, Angie's attention was suddenly drawn to a peculiar sight – a phone held precariously in place by a makeshift string contraption, being yanked out from under the door. She furrowed her brow in confusion, a fleeting thought crossing her mind before she dismissed it as inconsequential. Turning back to Brady, she offered him a small smile of encouragement. "Hang in there, Brady. Things will get better, I promise." And with that, she left him to his thoughts, the night enveloping her in its comforting embrace as she made her way back into the warmth of the living room, leaving Brady alone on the balcony to wrestle with his demons in the solitude of the night.

Sofia's POV: I sat on the couch, my fingers absently tracing the patterns on the throw pillow as I listened to the muffled sounds of conversation drifting in from the balcony. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone of Brady's voice sent a shiver of concern down my spine. I knew him well enough to recognize when something was troubling him, and tonight, he seemed weighed down by a burden too heavy to bear. A flicker of worry danced in my eyes as I replayed our recent interactions in my mind, searching for any clues or hints that I might have missed. But try as I might, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach like a lead weight.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Angie returned to the living room, her expression a mask of concern as she glanced towards the balcony before turning her attention to me. "Hey, Sofia, everything okay?" Angie asked softly, her voice tinged with genuine concern. I forced a smile, though it felt brittle and strained. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just tired, I guess." Angie studied me for a moment, as if trying to gauge the truth behind my words, before nodding in understanding. "Well, if you need anything, I'm here for you," she offered, her tone warm and reassuring. I nodded in thanks, though my thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by the worry gnawing at my insides. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that Brady was keeping something from me, something important.