Myles
Its all my fault. Why wasn't I with her inside the car? Why do you have to be so fucking late to everything MYLES. I banged my head onto the sharp concrete wall until a indigo bruise started to emerge on my forehead. Though it was probably nothing compared to the pain Briar was having right now.
The door swung open, and in came Briar's parents and her sister; Abbey. As soon as I glanced their way, Tamara's eyebrows creased in worry, mouth twitching, I knew I had some explaining to do. Before I even took a step, Abbey came barging at me, and swung her hand over my face, and she would have hit me, if Tamara hadn't rushed over to stop her. " Abbey, Myles didn't do anything, it wasn't his fault!" She exclaimed. But she was wrong, it was purely my fault. If I had been on time to pick up Briar to lunch today, then she wouldn't have been in the taxi; and wouldn't have been hit by the stupid pickup truck! My knees crashed to the floor, as I waited for a slap to go across my tear-streaked face. I dipped my head down in apology, and shame. Explaining to them my faults, tears ran down my cheeks as I imagined Briar in surgery right now, why did they have to hurt her? I would have taken a million times the hit if they would let me.
Her dirty blonde hair swooshing, Tamara wrapped her arms around mine, and pulled me up, soothing " Myles, Briar would never have wanted you to be like this over her". A burning sensation pulsed me, and I snapped : " BRIAR IS IN SURGERY RIGHT NOW, NOT EVEN HALF ALIVE, AND I WAS THE ONE THAT PUT HER IN THERE, HOW -' Abbey flung herself on me, and cut me off my rant. She wrapped her arms around my fragile body, as I sobbed onto her shoulder, muttering, it's all my fault, its all my fault, its all MY fault.
The dark night sky seemed to glare at me as I stepped outside the happiness drenching hospital, as Tamara requested. Taking out my phone to distract me, I scrolled through I Instagram, and my eyes rested on the #bryles someone had commented on a post. Seeing that, made the salty tears pour down my face again, and I hugged the picture close, wishing that it was actually Briar I was hugging. Knowing that nothing will calm me down other then dance, I flipped on the music and started to turn. Around, and around , and around I went until, there was a interval in the song, in which I knew, was the lift me and Briar do in our duet. Collapsing on the ground, I sobbed and stayed in that position, hidden behind the bush, arms wrapped around myself, tears streaking down my cheeks; as the darkness over took me.
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It's a Love Story - Bryles Oneshots
RomanceOne shots about the love life of Briar Nolet and Myles Erlick