Tony came home with a bouquet of roses, as he knew it was (Y/N)'s favorite type of flower. He sets it aside on the coffee table, not noticing that (Y/N) left something for him.
"Y/N! I'm home, I brought you something!" He yells and waits for a response but nothing came.
Silence.
"Y/N?" He calls again to makes sure she heard it.
Silence.
"Where could that girl be?" He says as he walks to their shared bedroom. He checks his surroundings and he noticed something odd. Her clothes are gone, only to see his, hanging inside the closet. Everything's gone.
He searches for her around the house, hoping it would be a joke. Until he found a letter on the coffee table beside his bouquet of roses that he was supposed to give to her.
He nervously opens the letter up and reads:
Dear love,
"I don't know how to tell you "I'm broken", without feeling needy.
I don't know how to open up
without feeling judged.
I don't know how to cry,
when my tears feels like acid.
I need you to see that I'm hurting,
without me telling you.
Because my words are bleeding out of my mouth, waiting for you.
To stitch me up and make me fine, although I know that's not your job and you're better off without me.
I love you, Tony but I'm sorry that it had to end this way. Save the world for me."
Lots of love,
(Y/N)
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Tony drops to the floor, the letter in his hand threatening to fall. His empty hand found it's way to his face, muffling his words.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He shakes. "Give me one more chance to make things right. Let me see you one last time" he mumbles as tears starts to fall down to his cheeks. "What have I done wrong?" He thoughts to himself.
.
.
.
.
if only he had arrived sooner..
