𝑅𝑂𝐶𝐾𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑆 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆

want her back (izzy stradlin)

izzy stradlin one shot, angst!

prompt: after izzy fucks up with reader, he calls her, begging for forgiveness
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He took the phone and put it to his ear, his voice was low and shy, he wasn't really sure what he was doing. He turned to look at his friend sitting on the bed, he had a slightly disappointed look, the boy wasn't proud of what he was doing, nor was he himself, but sometimes you had to lower your pride: he missed her, and he wanted her back.

The phone rang, but there was no answer. He remained silent, both hoping that the girl would answer, so that the two could clear things up, and the boy sitting on the bed would finally have his best friend back, and not the crazy man he found himself with.

"Hey, honey... It's me, I'm sorry for what happened... Please call me back... I love you..." Izzy murmured and closed his eyes, trying not to sink into shame, and so ended the call. He turned to her friend and looked at him with an anxious look.

"Was it really as painful as it seemed?" he murmured, sitting down next to him.

"I wish I could tell you no but... yeah, it was painful, almost pathetic." He replied, putting an arm around his shoulders. A little, though, he was happy that the girl didn't want to take him back. He had made shitty choices with her and she didn't like it, in the end she deserved it.

Slash's curls tickled the dark-haired man's neck gently, who was now on the verge of tears. He clenched his fists, letting his bitten nails scratch the soft skin on the inside of his palm. He felt like he was standing on a cliff, unable to go back.

"I love her... More than anything..." He murmured, looking down, squinting and clenching his teeth.

"Then you shouldn't have done what you did..." The other replied, giving him a light pat.

"Pray she doesn't hate you." The curly-haired man added, massaging his friend's shoulder with one hand.

The other remained silent, speechless. He didn't understand how it had happened, how and why he had let it happen. But now she was gone, and now he would no longer have her. Her sweet gaze would no longer watch over him as he slept, she would no longer help him stay sober and he would no longer be able to write her love songs without bursting into tears.

He could already imagine himself: lying on the bed, with the faint light of the moon illuminating the room and the cigarette between his lips. The sweet words written on the paper, words she would no longer want to read, words she didn't want attributed to her.

She was his muse, his girlfriend, his salvation, the light at the end of the tunnel. Now that light was out, and he would remain in the darkness of his room, faced with sweet words and salty tears that crossed his cheeks, that marked them like little cracks on his pale and slightly bony face.

God, he wanted her back, he needed her, he needed her to be his again, he needed to feel his lips against her skin again, her stomach, between her breasts... He wanted to smell her in the blue sheets of the bed again, sheets they had chosen together when they decided to move in together.

A possible life together thrown away for what? A little drugs and a stupid groupie, who in the end had no real meaning to him, just like he had none for her. It had been just a one night stand while he was completely high.

He could feel Slash's gaze on him, a sympathetic and sad gaze. He knew how much Izzy cared about the girl they had accidentally met thanks to Duff.

He knew he was in love, but it wasn't that easy, it never was when drugs or fame were involved. Izzy knew it, Slash knew it, and she knew it, but by now that relationship seemed to be falling apart, and she wanted to move on with her life, and with yet another mistake by Izzy, she realized that that relationship that had started as a high school crush, was now over.