𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐣𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭

⇰ jaeden

He's here, he's actually here, and he's apologizing.

The moment I opened that door, I just felt my heart fall all the way down to my feet. My breath was taken away, and my whole body became so, incredibly jittery.

But, when I actually took a good look at him, my feelings only got worse. His eyes were bloodshot red, he was pale, there were countless bags piling up under his eyes, and he just looked all around terrible.

And I thought I looked awful.

It only got worse from there, though. When he spoke up, his voice was shaky and unstable. It was deep, husky, and full of regret. I didn't even have to take a second to think about whether he was lying or not, it was just so, so clear he wasn't.

After he apologized, I returned the favor and apologized myself.

Some may say I didn't have to, but I did indeed needed to apologize to Wyatt.

He deserved an apology just as much as me. I never once let him explain himself, I ignored every single one of his pleas for forgiveness, I turned one of his best friends against him, and I left him to rot in his own sadness and guilt.

I'm just as terrible of a person as he was when he let Sarah kiss him. And, I personally think that's just as unforgivable.

"I-It's cold and raining, Wyatt. You c-can come i-in." I say, my throat still burning from the sobs I've been trying to hold back.

"Y-You don't have t-to—" He starts, only to be cut off by me.

"N-No, come on." I continue to stutter out as I grab his hand tightly, already not wanting to let go.

I tug him in the house and close the door quietly. I turn around and am met with a sad, wet, curly haired boy. His clothes are drenching, and his whole body is shivering violently.

"Wyatt, you're going to get sick. You..." I pause for a second, sadly having to take a quick moment to collect myself before saying what I'm about to say.

"Y-You have some clothes upstairs." I state, walking up the stairs, knowingly having Wyatt follow closely behind.

Just that simple statement is enough to make me have an emotional breakdown.

One may think, "It's just some clothes, what's so sad about that?" Well, the reason Wyatt has clothes here is not because we're best friends, surprising enough, but because we dated.

He actually never kept clothes here because we were friends, but because we were boyfriends.

I remember moving in half of Wyatt's clothes and everyday things into my bedroom. About two or three days after we started dating, Finn stupidly stated that we had to keep stuff at each other's houses because apparently that's a "thing."

At first, Wyatt and I thought it was stupid, but then we started thinking about it more, and we had a full on moving day.

It was like we were an actual married couple. The short memory always makes me laugh, and that's one of the reasons as to why it's one of my favorites.

"Here..." I mumble as I hand Wyatt one of his shirts and a pair of black sweats.

He takes the clothes without a single word and I sigh heavily after he closes the door to the bathroom. I walk over to my bed and flop down rather harshly on my back. I stare silently at my ceiling, my soft sniffles are the only thing I'm able to hear.

"S-Sorry about your jacket." I hear Wyatt say out of absolutely nowhere. I sit up and see him leaned up against the door frame of the bathroom.

"That was fast." I giggle out, my voice still laced with sadness.