fanboy ; rarl

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carl's pov

i put down my phone and cried. i cried and cried and cried until there were no more tears.

he conviced me he loved me. he conviced me i was going to be okay. he convinced me he was there for me. now, me at my worst, hes not here.

i sat in silence until i heard a knock at my door.

"carl? its auntie michonne" my aunt's girlfriend, when she was alive, knocked.

"yea-ah" i sniffled.

"can i come in?" she asked.

"i-f-f you wan-nt" i answered.

she opened the door to see me with tissues surrounding me and my bed messed up. my ron poster with rips, and my mascara running down my face. she bolted to my aid.

"carl, oh my god" she frowned.

"i ca-an't do this anymore, auntie" i sobbed.

"carl, i know its hard. i know youre upset about auntie cas. what happened with ron?" she asked, rubbing my back as i cried harder.

auntie michonne was the best. besides my real aunt cas. she always has been there. unlike ron. she was a great listener.

"r-ron" i sniffled. "he-e lef-ft me."

"sweetheart, come here" she held out her arms.

i felt my tears stain her shirt.

"am i-i not good enough for him?"

"carl, never say that again. youre too good for him" she encouraged. "if he cant see how fantastic you are, he must have no vision. youre the most perfect princess in the land, dont waist your tears on that stuck-up douche." she smiled.

"b-but, im in love with him..."

"i know, dear. i know. i am still madly in love with your aunt." she started tearing up, looking down at her wedding ring.

"i miss he-er, more than anything."

"as do i" she sniffled.

i let go of her hug and she stood up and went over to my cd player.

"i know what always helps you cope" she smiled. through all the pain she was in, she smiled for me. and that meant everything to me, right now.

i didnt see what album she put in, until i heard 'truce' by twenty øne piløts play.

i felt a spark of happiness inside of me hearing tøp.

"tyler josephs a hottie! you dont need ron!" my auntie shouted. and i actually smiled.

when the chorus hit, it hit me.

i quietly whispered the lyrics, even though an ocean poured from my eyes.

"dont cry, sweetheart. i dont want oceans falling from those ocean eyes." she told me.

then, my phone dinged.

'new message fron ron💔'