FIVES POV:
"I love you, remember that" I said to y/n as we walked out of where hotel obsidian used to be, "I love you too" she replied, we kissed on the lips before going out separate ways.
we should've been together forever, that's what I always wanted, ever since I laid my eyes on her I knows that she would be the love of my life, but we both knew that if we did in fact stay together then we'd probably have arguments all the time and end up hating each other, I knew I couldn't let that happen. let's just hope we stay in touch
6 YEARS LATER
It's been a long six years, I miss my family a lot, especially y/n. I haven't seen her at all, not in person anyways, I did some research on her, to see if I could try and reach out but i've learnt that she has a boyfriend now, he seems like a prick, but she seems happy so I guess i'll leave her to it.
I stood in the train station, waiting for the train to arrive, the was a homeless man on the ground singing, I sighed in annoyance and ignored him.
somebody stumbled down the stairs and I looked and- no...it can't be...is that y/n? she's drunk, I can tell by her body language, she looks the same as when I saw her last, a bit older obviously.
her nose was a bit pink and her eyes were droopy, she looked like she was gonna pass out any second now, I couldn't keep my eyes off her, i've seen her drunk before but not like this, but then again...it's been six years.
she took out her phone and started texting. it feels like I'm dreaming...I'm not, I hid behind a pillar thing and looked at her.
'y/n you're too drunk to be alone, what if some sicko followed you down here?' I thought to myself. 'and you're too wasted to be standing so close to the tracks, y/n stop texting an arrogant dickhead'
she looked in my direction and I hid behind the pillar, the man continued singing which was honestly pissing me off so much.
I looked back at y/n who was still texting, I knew exactly who she was texting, 'you want Brady, you need Brady, you hold that phone like it is a Brady, because it's your only means to stay connected...forget Brady...and to hell with that phone!' I thought to myself.
and suddenly, she dropped the phone into the train tracks, she tried to keep hold of it but that resulted in her falling down with it.
she breathes heavy and I ran over to the edge of the tracks. "hey hey hey! you alright? can you stand up?" I asked.
she didn't reply, instead she just looked around "just stay still, half that shit can electrocute you down there, just give me your hand" I held my hand out.
the homeless man wouldn't shut up, "pick it up! pick it up! pick it up!" he sang and I turned around to him "sir, can you shit up?!" I yelled but he didn't stop, I sighed and turned back to y/n.
"give me your hand" I said, more a demand, we both looked ahead and saw a bright light "the trains coming..." she stuttered and looked up at me.
"your hand, now", I was starting to get nervous, she grabbed her phone and took my hand and I quickly pulled her up just before the train could hit her.
she landed on top of me as we stared into each others eyes, she looked at me as if she knew who I was, which she does, she's just too drunk to realise who I am, aka...her ex fucking lover who's still very much in love with her, by the way.
she faced away from me and suddenly threw up, I tried not to gag, I am so lucky none of that went on me, she winced and got up off me. I stood up and helped her up and lead us both out of the station.
