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A Pass Too Far: Healing the Wounds- (Kirk Hammett one shot)

For RebelRobin123, who asked for a  second part. I hope you're having a good day❤

The days felt like weeks. I couldn't breathe without thinking of her, and every night, I'd find myself standing by the phone, praying it would ring. But it never did. She wasn't calling. She wasn't coming back. I'd convinced myself that I'd lost her for good, that I was too late to fix the mess I made.

And the worst part? I couldn't blame her. I had pushed her too far. I'd made her feel like she wasn't enough. And now? Now, I was paying for it. I'd given everything up for a stupid joke. A moment of weakness, and I lost the one person who ever truly mattered.

It wasn't even about the sex or the "hall pass" anymore. That was just the stupid, thoughtless spark that ignited the fire. It was about everything I had taken for granted. Her love. Her trust. The way she used to look at me, like I was the only one. That look, the warmth in her eyes, it was gone. And I didn't know if I could ever get it back.

I stood at the payphone late that night, coins clutched in my trembling hand, heart in my throat. I didn't know what I was expecting. A miracle? A sign that things would turn around? But I knew deep down that nothing would change unless I took responsibility for my actions. I couldn't undo the damage I had done. But maybe... maybe I could still prove that I cared.

I punched in her number without hesitation. The ringing echoed in my chest, each one like a hammer against my ribs. I didn't know if I could do this. I didn't know if I could even say the right words. But I had to try.

And then, the voicemail.

"Hey, Y/n..." My voice cracked as I said her name. It felt like the first time I'd said it in years. The weight of it hit me harder than I expected. "It's me. Kirk." I paused, my heart in my throat. "I don't know how to make this right, but I need you to know that I'm sorry. I fucked up. I was an idiot. And I don't know if I deserve your forgiveness, but I can't live with myself knowing that I hurt you like this. You've always been enough for me. You're everything to me. And I messed it up."

I swallowed hard, my eyes stinging. "I'll wait for you, Y/n. I'll wait forever, if that's what it takes. Please. Just... please know that I love you. I never stopped. And I'll prove that to you every single day, if you'll give me the chance."

I ended the message with a soft, desperate breath. "I'll be here. Please... please come back to me."

Two days.

I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. The silence was deafening. I checked my phone every five minutes, expecting something—anything—from her. But it never came. Every time I picked it up, I was hoping to hear her voice, but instead, I just found myself staring at a screen full of nothing.

And then, it happened.

The knock at the door.

I stood frozen for a moment, my heart stopping in my chest. Was it her? Could it be? My fingers trembled as I opened the door, not sure whether I was about to face rejection or a miracle.

And then I saw her.

Y/n. Standing right in front of me. Her eyes were guarded, but there was something in them that I hadn't seen in so long. There was pain, yes. But there was also a flicker of something—maybe hope? Maybe she was still willing to give us a chance, even if it was just the smallest one.