Braun Strowman One Shots & Drabbles

Happier

SUMMARY: Braun is out with some friends when he sees his ex-girlfriend with another guy. He realizes she looks happier. He finds her walking alone in the rain later that night and takes her home. (based off Ed Sheeran's song, Happier) ANGST. SMUT. FLUFF.

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**Braun's P.O.V**

A couple of the guys and myself were in New York City walking down 29th and Park on our way to check out some of the bars in the area. I was talking and having a good time until I froze. And the feelings didn't hit me at two a.m. They didn't hit me during my sixth beer of the night. They hit me at seven o'clock, in the middle of a laugh, when I was completely sober.

There she was. Her hair down, her lips curved up in a smile, and someone else's arms around her. The girl that stole my heart and never gave it back. And now she was in another's arms. It had only been a month since we broke up. How could she be moving on so fast? But seeing his arms around her wasn't the hardest part. The hardest part was realizing that she looked happier.

"You okay?" One of the guys asked as he glanced up at me.

"Yeah. It's nothing. Just got something in my eye." I said brushing it off.

I hoped I could get on with my night and forget about seeing her. She was happier. I couldn't change what happened in the past. I still loved her with all my heart, but if she was happier with him, then I couldn't be upset. All I want is for her to be happy. Even if it's not with me.

An hour later we were sitting in the back of a bar, laughing and having a great night off. I saw the door open and didn't think anything of it until I saw her for the second time that night. He still had his arms around her. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She threw her head back laughing at whatever he had said. I couldn't help but notice the smiles they both had were twice as wide as ours ever were.

It was true. Nobody hurt that girl like I did. I put her through absolute torture. But it was also true that nobody loved her like I do. I just wasn't always the best at showing it.

She wanted to hear how I was feeling. She wanted to hear me say I love you. She wanted to hear what she meant to me. But I was scared to let my feelings show. I let my pride get in the way, and I never told her exactly what she meant to me, and I lost her because of it.

If I was honest with myself, she was the definition of a perfect woman. She was a badass with a good heart. Strong enough to stand alone, but kind enough to let others in. She was unapologetically honest. She didn't tell you what you wanted to hear. She told you what you needed to hear. She wasn't made of sugar and spice and everything nice. She was made up of a soul for adventure and a heart with a love of music. She had a good head on her shoulders, and she was the most genuine person I ever met. She was the type of woman you go to war beside. The type of woman you marry. They type of woman I should have married. But I was stupid. I didn't appreciate her. And she was strong enough to walk away, and I was stupid enough to let her go.

I still love her. With every bone in my body. I just never could show her how much she meant to me.

I knew one day this would happen. That she would move on and find someone new. I promised myself I wouldn't take it personally. But keeping that promise was a hell of a lot harder than it sounded at the time.

But I knew I had to. I couldn't take it personally. She looked happier. He makes her happier, and I can't take it personally that she's moving on with someone new.

"You okay big guy?" One of the guys asked as he noticed me staring down the glass at my almost empty glass.

"Yeah," I said.