*three months later*
your pov
i grab another shirt from the clean clothes and fold it.
i've been doing laundry for two hours.
it's torture.
the washing machine in my apartment building broke, so now i have to take my clothes all the way down the street.
reach. grab. straighten. fold. repeat.
i try to not let my mind wander from the laundry, but it does.
i haven't talked to colby since that day.
i haven't even talked to any of the roommates since that day.
i've talked to corey. that's it. and it was just to help me with my rent for last month.
as far as i know, colby's fine. i don't look at his social media. i can't bring myself to do it.
everyone's tried to reach out to me, but they all gave up after a month. i gave up too.
but i'm okay now. sure, i'm still bothered by that day, but i'm better.
i feel guilty. what i did was unfair to colby, but i had to do it.
i cant go back home. and without corey's help, i would be right back home.
my thoughts are interrupted as i hear a knock on my door.
i didn't order anything and i don't have any friends, so i don't know who it could be.
i open the door to see two people i didn't think i'd see.
corey and sam.
"can we come in?" sam asks.
i just nod my head, confused as to why they're here.
we all sit down on the couch. i'm scared for what they have to say. especially after barely talking to them for three months.
"y/n we're here today to get you back together with colby." sam starts.
"interjection, i'm here because sam convinced me and moms mad at me" corey interrupted, rolling his eyes.
"y/n, you need to come back to colby. he's worse than i've ever seen him. he barely comes out of his room. only to eat, which is only once a day, and to go to the bathroom. he doesn't talk to anyone. he won't make a youtube video. he's miserable. he needs you." sam explains.
i'm in shock. i don't know how to feel.
i can tell by corey's face he feels bad.
"i see how much you guys mean to each other. you need each other. it was stupid and ignorant of me to keep you apart. i'm so sorry y/n." corey apologizes.
"then we have to go." i abruptly say. "give me a ride to your place."
we get into the car, sam driving, me in the passenger seat, corey in the back.
"does he know you guys did this?" i question out of nowhere.
"no. he wouldn't let us if we told him. but we had to. everyone misses you so much." sam answers.
as we get to the house, i feel my nerves. i haven't been here in what feels like years. walking through the door feels so nostalgic.
"he's in his room. go ahead." corey half-smiles.
i start up the stairs to his room. i stop to take a breath and get myself ready to see him.
i pause before knocking on his door. will he be happy? upset? the only way to find out is to go in there.
