For you, I'd do anything {GamTav}

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(Tavros)

Gamzee wasn't talking to you anymore.

You don't know what you did, he just woke up one morning and refused to speak with you. It was like he went mute, similar to that of his brother, or he was acting like a moody teenage girl. He also refused to let you in his room. He only acknowledged your presence when it was time for his meds.

You noticed Gamzee begun to sneak out a lot, too. He would leave when he thought you were asleep and stay away for sometimes days at a time. You hated it.

It's only been about two months since you have been living with him, but it's safe to say your feelings towards him may be leaning a little to far away from platonic to be considered friendly, although you wouldn't go as far as to call it love just yet. You didn't know enough about Gamzee to say that you loved him, but the silent treatment is probably an indication that he doesn't like you.

You glance over at your alarm clock to see that it is 3:36 am. Gamzee had left over four hours ago, and it was becoming routine for him to do so. Your vision blurred and you felt something wet in your eyes, tapping them to notice that they were tears.

You didn't even realize you were crying, but once you did you couldn't hold back the violent and sporadic sobs that racked your entire body. The thought of Gamzee sneaking out one day and never returning horrified you, it kept you up at night until you exhausted yourself from crying so hard and just the imagery.

The images of people being killed by Gamzee, or worse, Gamzee himself overdosing in some drug or being hit by a car or stabbed or shot raced through your mind, unlikely yet highly likely scenarios conjuring up in your head making your chest tighten. Your quiet sobs soon turned into full blown panic as you bawled your eyes out, hugging yourself with your knees to your chest.

"A-am I n-not a good en-enough ca-are t-taker?!" You sob, hot and salty tears cascading down your face. You really did like him a lot. You couldn't bare the thought of him being killed. Or being incarcerated for someone else's death because you were too bad at your job to stop it.

You aren't a good caretaker. You never will be.

What makes you think he'll even like a weak, bitchy fraidycat like you?

You shoved your face into your pillow for the 5th night in a row, feeling exhaustion peeking its way into your body as your eyelids dropped closed. Your shaky sobs and snores filled the room as you passed out on your pillow, unbeknownst to the crying figure that stared at you from a crack in the door, his tears ruining his makeup as guilt infested his being.

'You're wrong Tavros,' he thought.

'There is no good in me.'

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Timeskip
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The next morning, you sat at the bench alone again, picking at your omelette. Your appetite has been dwindling as of late, and you couldn't find it in yourself to eat no matter how hard you force yourself to.

The sound of a door screeching open becomes apparent as you swivel around to see Gamzee walking to the door, a hoodie over his head and his shoulders hunched over. You look at him, tears jerking in your eyes as he walks away.

"So I'll see you tomorrow then?" You say, barely able to keep your voice stable. Gamzee pauses, his shoulders tensing as he hovers his bony hand above the doorknob. He couldn't speak, it seemed. You appeared to have silenced him.

He never responded.

He just opened the door, and walked out. You swore you could hear a faint "I'm sorry", but it was so quiet you thought your mind had given up on all hope of him staying with you and at least wanted the idea that he felt bad for leaving you, and that your mind was just conjuring it all up to make you feel better.

After he shut the door, you just stared at your omelet and cried.

Sorry that this chapter is fairly shorter than the others :/