Colby Brock Imagines

Put the gun down

I'm sorry *trigger warning*
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I really couldn't handle this. My axienty just... I can't do this anymore.

Colby's p.o.v

I swear I heard something. I went downstairs I didn't see anyone but the back door was open. Getting a little closer I see (y/n)s out there. "He- what the fuck?!" I said as I seen her put the gun up to her head"Colby just, just go away" she said. "No (y/n) let's talk about this" I said. "There's nothing to talk about I'm putting myself out of my misery" she looked at me. "(Y/n) put the gun down, please" I said walking slowly to her. "No. I-i just want to leave..." "This isn't the answer, I can help you" I kept moving forward slowly. "Do you know how long I've been like this? I've hidden behind fake smiles all my life" She cried. "That's not true. Now just give me the gun" I held my hand out. "Colby..." Her eyes met mine. "Please" I begged. "I-i just..." Her finger moved a little. "(Y/n) please" I slowly moved my hand up to the gun. "I-i don't want to..." She said. I grabbed the gun but she wouldn't let go. "You don't want this...do you?" I felt a tear roll down my face. "I don't know at this point" "Let go... please" I said. Her hand unloosed slowly I took the gun tossing it behind me. Her eyes were red "i-im sorry..." She said looking down.

(Y/n)s p.o.v

There goes my last chance. I was expecting him to yell at me. But he hugged me tightly. "Don't leave me" he said. "I-i won't..." I blushed hugging him back

~Idk.

Taylor sighing off 👻