The evening sky was painted orange and pink as Two-Bit Matthews stood outside his apartment building, a heaviness in his heart that matched the weight of the setting sun. He had been avoiding the inevitable confrontation with Missy, but he knew they couldn't escape the storm between them tonight.
As Missy approached, her eyes red-rimmed and her posture tense, Two-Bit braced himself for the conversation he had dreaded.
"Two-Bit," Missy said, her voice strained with emotion. "We need to talk."
Two-Bit nodded, a knot forming in his stomach. "Yeah, I know."
They walked into the quiet solitude of the apartment, the tension thick in the air. Missy took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say.
"I can't do this anymore, Two-Bit," Missy blurted out, her voice cracking with suppressed tears. "I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when it's not."
Two-Bit felt a pang of guilt and sorrow wash over him. "I know I've been distant lately, Missy. I'm sorry."
Missy shook her head, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's not just about being distant, Two-Bit. It's about us, about what we want and need."
Two-Bit ran a hand through his hair, his own emotions a tangled mess. "I care about you, Missy. You know that."
"But is that enough?" Missy demanded, her voice rising. "Is caring enough when we can't even communicate anymore?"
The words hit Two-Bit like a punch to the gut. He knew deep down that things between them had been unraveling for a while, but hearing it from Missy made it all too real.
"I don't want to hurt you, Missy," Two-Bit said quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor.
"But you are, Two-Bit. We're hurting each other by holding on to something that's no longer working," Missy replied, her voice filled with resignation.
The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the laughter and love that had once filled the space between them. Two-Bit felt the weight of their failed relationship pressing down on him, suffocating him with regrets and what-ifs.
"I think we need some time apart," Missy said, her voice trembling with unshed tears. "To figure out what we really want."
Two-Bit nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "Yeah, maybe that's for the best."
As Missy gathered her things and walked towards the door, Two-Bit couldn't help but feel a sense of loss wash over him. Their dreams of a future together lay shattered at their feet, broken by misunderstandings and unspoken truths.
"I'll always cherish the good times we had, Missy," Two-Bit said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Missy turned to him, her eyes filled with tears. "Me too, Two-Bit. But sometimes, love isn't enough."
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Flowers & Cigarettes: Outsiders One-Shots
FanfictionThe Outsiders characters based on Taylor Swift songs. Random names are used (you can replace it with your name if you want!). Don't own any of the Outsider characters.
