𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𖹭 𝐭.𝐫 (𝟏/𝟐)

you accidentally
cutting yourself when
trying to clean up something
he broke during a fight...

part 1

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- YOUR POV -

My hands tremble as tears stream down my face, my knees hurting from being kneeled down for so long.

I'm picking up the broken glass peices from a small picture fram that had a picture of me and Tom on it.

I flinch, suddenly feeling a sharp sting and deep pain in my hand.

My tears seem to double and a sob rips from out of my throat when I look down seeing my hand covered in blood.

I didn't realize it was that deep a cut.

My hands shake as I stand up, the sight of blood dripping from ny hand a 2 small shard of glass still in it making my vision go blurry.

I sit down on my bed, starting to control my breathing as I feel the pain start making my hand throb and becone intense.

Tom and I had argued because of the fact that I wanted him to save up his money for us.

We were both financially well off, but Tom was starting to just buy things with no reason and I just wanted him to be responsible.

But things escalated and we ended up having a bigger argument than necessary and he ended up throwing one of our pictures on the ground.

I must've accidentally not seen a piece of glass when cleaning up the mess and now I was all cut.

I wasn't sure wether to take the glass out with my hand or find tweezers. But I would get blood everywhere if I looked for twee-

"Y/n- what the fuck?" Tom walks in, eyes widening when he sees my hand. He rushes over to me.

"Leave." I say and he stops in his tracks about 5 centimeteres from reaching me.

"Bab-"

"Just leave! I'm so done! L- Look at my hand! This is your fault!" I hiccup. "A- And... Just leave!"

His eyes show slight fear; agony and deep sadness but ask me if I care. He did this to me.

He overreacted. He shouted at me and he made me cry.

"Y/n, you're fucking bleeding. Look how deep that cut-"

"Leave!"

I've never raised my voice at Tom, but the harsh tone of voice cane out naturally at the rush of emotions.

If he leaves seeing the state I'm in, we're done.

I looked down, the cut had stopped bleeding and dried out, but the pain still made my hand physically throb.

If he leaves we're done.
If he leaves we're done.
If he leaves w-

Tom stands there, and his cheeks flush. I swear that I see a few tears on his cheeks before he leaves my dorm.

- TOMS POV -

As soon as I get to my dorm, I feel my throat fully dry up and my knees hit the floor, a dry sob ripping out from my throat.

What have I done?

Mental images of Y/n, her hand cut, eyes swollen from crying and looking like her world had died crossed my mind.

Heartburn. That's what this was.

How could I have been such an idiot? I raised my voice, broke something and hurt my wife over something so simple.

The dark feeling spread through my insides until my sobs came out silent.

Y/n. Bleeding. Crying. Y/n.

My body works by itself, pulling me up and sprinting back to Y/n's dorm. What the fuck was I thinking when I left?

I should've held her, despite how nuch she would've protested and yelled in ny face. I should've helped.

I almost barged her door down, but... she wasn't there.

I look around and my gaze moves down to the picture of us shattered on the floor.

We were kissing beneath the stars after our first date and she had taken a picture. My love.

But where the hell was she?

- YOUR POV -

I walk myself to the hospital wing, holding my hand up so it doesn't touch anything despite how tired my body was.

I arrive there, and Madam Pomfrey has my hand healed in no time. I lie about what happened, saying that I accidentally knocked the frame down and cut myself while cleaning it.

Not entirely false.

My body betrays me and they start fluttering shut as I feel my back hit the hospital bed.

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When I wake up, I'm still in the hospital wing and I feel a hand holding mine.

I look up and I instantly feel my throat clog up when I see Tom sitting there beside me.

My first few observations were his eyebags, he stayed the night. And how he instantly grabbed my 'injured' hand when he saw I was awake.

"Madam Pomfrey healed it?" He says, his soft voice not helping my situation.

I turn my head the other way before taking my hand away and getting up.

I quickly thanked Madam Pomfrey, before walking to my dorm.

I had already missed majority of classes because of the time I woke up, so there was no point attending the last 2.

Tom, as expected, follows me the whole way.

"Y/n, I don't know what got into me. I don't know why I overreacted. You didn't deserve me yelling at you and I... I don't what to say to you."

"I'm ashamed. I let this happen to you and I ruined it all. I'll do anything to make it up to you. You're my life..."

The rest of his speech is zoned out as I try blink back my tears. What he was saying is beautiful but...

I couldn't help but realize that none of his words were "I'm sorry, I love you.".

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ok we have lots of things
to catch up on.

1. i read twisted hate. it won
my heart. WON MY HEART.
im on twisted lies and i can tell
it will be just as good.

2. badminton is life. 🏸

3. this was a request and I LOVED
the idea sm, i wanted it to have
more appreciated so i made it
into a oneshot!

4. i made this one of tom because
it just seems more in character,
but my next oneshot will be draco
js like u all requested!

5. love u all 4ever.

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