Thomas Sanders sides

Loved Her (Patton x Reader)

WARNING: THIS TOUCHED ON VERY DEPRESSING SUBJECTS IF YOU ARE UPSET EASILY THEN DON'T READ. PLEASE DON'T WRITE HATE BECAUSE I DIDN'T WARN YOU BECAUSE I HAVE.

Pattons p.o.v

You know that feeling you get when you completely adore someone or something?
I feel that towards a gorgeous person called (y/n).

I love her.
I get that I am Thomas' heart and it may be just because I am way too deep with emotions.
I don't know.

I've never felt this way before.
I love her more than cookies and that's saying something.

I love the way she combs my hair with her fingers.

I love the way she hugs me tightly when she is happy.

I love the way she curls her toes when she plays her favourite game.

I love the way she let's the others know that she is mine and I am hers.

I live the way..

Silly me..

I've been doing it wrong this whole time.

What I was meant to say was..

I loved her.

I loved the way she combed my hair with her fingers.

I loved the way she hugged me tightly when she was happy.

I loved the way she curled her toes when she played her favourite game.

I loved the way she let the others know that she was mine and I was hers.

I try to stay happy for the others but I don't think they believe me.

It's hard to hide depression.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened.

Where would we be right now?

Only if I had known.

She hid her wrists with make up.

It was only the day I found the note with her shaky hand writing on it that I knew.

I ran to the bathroom.

All I saw was her stone cold body.
Lifeless.

A bottle of pills.

Why?

Why would she do this?

Why didn't she tell anyone?