Do You Think We're Okay? t.f. x reader pt2

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NUMBER. FUCKING. 2.
N U M B E R. F U C K I N G.
T. W. O.

AM I GONNA REACH #1?
PROLLY NOT, BUT IM #2 AND IM SCREAMING.

IM SOBBING, LIKE ACTUALLY. LIKE MY VOICE IS CRACKING SOOOOO MUCH.

I LOVE YOU GUYS SO FUCKING MUCH YOU DONT EVEN KNOW.

Precious Pineapple of the Day goes to:
ALL OF YOU. YOU ALL ARE SUPER FUCKING PRECIOUS TO ME.

This chapter's question is-
Favorite movie?

My answer-
Any marvel movie, any HP movie (mostly Half-blood Prince and Deathly Hallows part 2)
Little Miss Sunshine, The Star-Trek trilogy (especially Into Darkness), and the IT series.

Anyways, on with the heartbreak 💔

I just stared at her, until I broke off into a fit of giggles.
"Pfffttt, aHA, what- what are you talking about Emma? BahahA, real funny, Ems."

I wiped a few stray tears left on my cheeks, sighing happily before turning back to her, a content smile on my face.

That's when my smile disappeared.

Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly, still angry, but she had more sorrow in her eyes than anything now.

"Y/N... Its- it's not a joke."

My face dropped, going limp.
"Y-You're.. serious?"

She nods, covering her trembling mouth with her hand before more tears left her dead, red eyes.
Choked sobs escaped her scratched up throat.

I didn't cry, no, I didn't. I wanted to. But.. I didn't.

I couldn't, I just- couldn't.
I felt too numb, too empty.
Too fucking stupid.

The only reason I could cry right now would be looking at my distraught best friend, and feeling like the dumbest, most selfish bitch in existence.

For the first time ever, I felt like
Willow.

And it didn't feel good.

"Emma- I.. I'm so, so sorry."
She just nodded, continuing to sob and stare at me.

I reached over, pain coursing through my arm, but I didn't care.
I deserved it.
I did this to my best friend.

"Are others here?" I whispered croakily.

She nodded again, releasing her hand from her mouth, wiping her face on her baggy sweatshirt sleeve.

"Only the closest friend or relative could enter, they didn't allow all of us."
I smiled, trying to comfort her.

We sat there for a second, silent.

"I'll go get them." She winced as she spoke, her sore throat and mouth hurting her.

She timidly got up and left, going to find whoever was in the waiting hall.

I sat up, trying to make myself look as presentable as possible.
I didn't really notice until now, but there was an oxygen tube and an eating tube stuck up my left nostril.

I gagged a little when I noticed it, not used to something being up my breathing tracks.
I swallowed the little bit of saliva that came up, feeling the tubes at the very back of my throat.

I heard many footsteps coming towards my room, so I dealt with it, swallowing my discomfort and pain.
I smiled, shaking my head to make my crumpled hair look somewhat decent.

The door swings open, my crowd of friends all bustling in, bolting towards me.
Hurried feet and loud, worried voices all rushed towards me.

William, Rupert, Emma, Thomas, Bug-Boy, Benedict, hell, even Cherry was amongst the stampede.
They all crowded around my bed, hugging, grabbing, and some even crying as they spoke hysterically.

I tried to listen to all of them, but they blurred, my eyes focusing on two individuals standing in the doorway:

Daniel and Tom.

Daniel had a look of regret and sorrow planted deeply amongst his tired features.
He stood tall, arms crossed across his heaving chest.
He tried to make himself look more okay than he actually was.

Tom, on the other hand, had a look of apology, of venomous anger towards himself.
He lankily slumped over, arms dug into his jean pockets.
He didn't care about letting me see his true feelings, we saw those in each other immediately anyways.

"Y/N? Y/N? You in there? Oh my god, is she dying again-" Rupert blurted.

"-Ru, I'm fine. Much better now." I smiled reassuringly.

I wasn't.