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Tyler - Wescorn

Boy, I do love me some Wes ships, don't I? Y'all can suggest things, you know? Even Reader X Smosh Member... Have fuuuun!

Warning, it starts off a little sad.

Beep, beep, beep. Sabrina's heartbeat was being sounded by a heartbeat monitor. I held my wife's hand tightly as she slept... She had moments left. We'd said our goodbye's and cried all our tears. I kissed her many times. I didn't bring Tyler... It would be cruel for him to be traumatised by his mother's death. Wes is taking care of him. I felt broken. I loved her so goddamn much... and cancer is slowly taking her from me. It's agonising, yet every moment left is bliss...

Beeeeeeeeeeep.

The monitor went flat as the sound whined in my ears. I thought the faucet in my eyes had run dry, but I hugged her limp body in my arms as I sobbed loudly. Sabrina... why? Why her? Sabrina's dead.

"S-Sabrina!" I cried, my face wet with tears. I cried and sobbed and wailed until it hurt. My lungs and throat were burning, my head spinning from my uneven breathing pattern. I sat down in a chair and stared at the ground, emotionless. Hours passed and I just sat there, unwilling to move. My muscles were weak and my eyelids were heavy. I curled up into a ball on the chair and let my body relax into sleep.

A few hours later, two strong arms wrapped around my torso and legs, scooping me up and carrying me out. I didn't have any energy to move but the contact was nice, almost familiar. I managed to curl my arms into my chest, resting my head on the stranger's chest. My head turned up a little and my eyes opened a slight. Bright light flooded into my view and I had to blink a couple times to adjust. Once my eyes had gotten used to the light, I identified the person carrying me to be Wes. I rested my head back against his chest and let myself be taken away. He walked outside and a slightly shiver ran through my body. However, Wes' body was warm and I tried to make myself smaller so he could embrace me more. I felt him reach down and grab the car door, careful as to not drop me. He opened the door a slight and used his foot to make it wide enough for me to fit. I didn't want him to put me down because his body was warm and protective but my body nor my heart had the will to argue or move. I was carefully put into the front passenger seat and he pulled the seatbelt over my body, securing me to the seat. He then shut the car door, making me jump a little, and walked to his side, getting in and shutting the door. I felt his sad eyes on me and I knew if I returned his gaze, I'd break down again. I didn't wanna cry, not in front of him or anyone so I stared down, already feeling more tears sting my eyes. I breathed deeply, looking up to try and stop the tears from spilling. The car started and he began driving. I spent the entire journey trying not to cry but I couldn't get the image of Sabrina out of my head. Her emotionless body lying there. God... I didn't even notice Tyler asleep in the back until we stopped and he got out to carry Tyler on his shoulder, supporting him. I looked at him and Tyler as he carried my sleeping son into the house. I found the strength to get up and shut the door feebly then trod into the house. I flopped onto his couch and curled into a small ball, feeling numb inside. My breathing became ragged as tears stained my vision again. Sabrina and Tyler were my entire world. Now half my world is missing, half my heart. I broke. I screamed and gripped the couch tightly, and sobbed loudly. Suddenly, I felt two arms wrap around me again and I flinched before realising it was Wes and I turned around, gripping his shirt and crying with all my energy. He didn't try to speak or talk to me, which made me feel slightly more relaxed because I would probably snap someone's neck if they talked to me right now. I felt furious, I felt depressed, I felt loneliness but... Wes' body was comforting. His shirt soaked up every tear that didn't paint my cheeks and I put my knees to my chest as I choked on a sob, resulting in a spluttering cough. Wes sat on the couch and pulled my body onto his lap, cradling me, holding me. I looked up at him through unclear eyes to meet his sympathetic ones and they gave me some form of comfort. In fact, his actions showed how sorry he was for me more than his voice could. The way he held me, not too tightly, just enough to let me know he was there for me...