Multifandom X Reader Stories

"Goodbye to Forever" Emmet Cullen

Rain drizzles from the heavy gray sky, turning the world into a blur outside my window. I sit there, watching as drops slide down the glass, each one mirroring the heaviness in my chest. I know he's waiting for me outside, but I can't bring myself to move just yet. I need a moment—one last second of calm before I walk out and everything changes.

I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing, clutching my pendant, the one he gave me on that hike through the woods last year. The memory makes my chest ache. I remember the way he laughed, that bright, thunderous sound, as if he could take on the whole world without a second thought. That's how he made me feel—like nothing could hurt us. But I know now that's not true.

Because I'm about to hurt him.

With a deep breath, I push myself up and head outside, where I know Emmett is waiting. Sure enough, he's standing there, leaning casually against his Jeep, his massive form almost blending into the mist around him. He looks up as I approach, and in his eyes, I see the weight of the goodbye we've both been avoiding.

"Hey," he says softly, his usual booming voice quiet, restrained. It almost breaks me.

"Hey." I manage a weak smile, but I can feel it faltering.

He shifts, eyes flicking away before he gathers himself and meets my gaze again. "So... this is it?" His voice is thick, but he's trying to keep his tone light, as if we're just going on one of our usual road trips.

I nod, fighting the sting of tears. "Yeah. I... I don't know how else to say goodbye to you, Emmett."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, just stands there, his hands clenched in his pockets as if he's fighting the urge to reach for me. "We don't have to say goodbye. Not really." His voice cracks, something I've never heard before, and it shatters the last of my composure.

"Emmett..." I start, but he's already shaking his head.

"We could make it work, you know? We always have." He steps closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off him even in the damp chill. "I'd go anywhere for you, (Y/N). You know that."

I bite my lip, feeling a tear slide down my cheek. "I know you would, but you shouldn't have to."

This is why it hurts so much. It would be easy to stay. If I asked him, Emmett would never let me go. But that's the problem—he's never been able to let go of anything he loves, and I can't be the reason he lives in pain, forever bound to something that can't last. I can already see the unchanging years stretching out before us, and me, just another fragile thing he would someday have to mourn.

He reaches up, brushing the tear from my cheek, his thumb lingering there, gentle in a way that feels almost reverent. "Why are you doing this?" he whispers, as if he doesn't understand. "We're... we're good together."

"We are," I say, and my voice trembles. "But it's not forever, Emmett. You know it as well as I do. Someday, you're going to have to keep going, and I... I won't be there with you." The words come out choked, and I struggle to say what I need to. "You need someone who can keep up with you forever."

He's silent, jaw tight, and I can tell he's struggling to keep his composure. "You're asking me to give up the one thing that makes this life bearable," he says, his voice raw. "I can't just walk away from you, (Y/N)."

I reach up, resting my hand on his cheek, feeling the coolness of his skin. "Emmett, you're not giving anything up. You're going to live, to see and do things I can only dream of. You'll love again. You'll find someone who's everything you need, someone who can stay."

He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch, his hand covering mine. "You are everything I need."

My heart splinters at his words, and I wish I could believe that love alone is enough. But I can't be selfish, not when I know what he deserves. So I just stand there, holding his gaze, trying to memorize every detail, every freckle, every hint of light in his amber eyes.

Finally, he speaks, his voice breaking. "I don't know how to let go of you."

"Then don't," I whisper, squeezing his hand. "Just... remember me."

A shiver runs through me as he nods, a single tear slipping down his cheek—a tear I know I'll never forget. His arms wrap around me, and I melt into his embrace, pressing my face against his chest and inhaling his familiar scent, woodsy and warm. I can feel his breath in my hair, the way his arms tighten around me like he's trying to memorize me, too.

We stay like that for a long time, the rain falling around us, cold and unfeeling against our warmth. When he finally pulls back, he kisses my forehead, lingering there, his lips gentle against my skin. "Goodbye, (Y/N)."

I manage a tearful smile, my hand resting on his arm. "Goodbye, Emmett."

He watches me as I step away, his gaze never wavering, his face a mask of heartbreak he's trying to hide. I turn and walk toward the car waiting to take me away, fighting the urge to look back. But just before I open the door, I glance over my shoulder, and there he is, standing in the rain, watching me with a look that says everything he never needed words for.

I give him one last look, whispering a silent I love you he'll never hear, and then I leave, feeling the weight of him pressed forever against my heart, a part of me I'll never truly let go.