"Y/N wait." Two-Bit pleas, holding the door with his hand. He was really irritating me. I found him drunk, again, at the lot. I told him the last time I found him passed out I was breaking up with him. And guess what he did.
"What Two? I told you I'm breaking up with you if I ever found you again."
He walks into the house, closing the cold air out of the living room. "I promise I won't do it again."
"You said that last time." I point out, looking at his lonely brown eyes. "You don't realize that addiction kills Two-Bit, and I don't want to be associated with that."
"I'm not going to be killed."
"You might be." I interrupt. "What happens when you get jumped and bleed to death in the vacant lot? Or when you pass you in the middle of the street and get run over?" I pause, sighing heavily, "Two, I really care about you, and I don't want you to die."
"I care about you too." He tells me, rubbing my shoulders. "I'm not perfect Y/N."
"Obviously."
"Let me talk." He says softly, without any hints of anger. I do as I'm told. "I wish I didn't drink so much, I know it hurts everyone else. I'm learning to control myself, but it's hard to change, ya dig? I'm sorry I hurt you, it's something I beat myself up over all the time. I wish I could just take it all away, but I can't. Which is why I need you to listen to me Y/N. I want to change. You're my reason for change. Hurting you was the worst thing that I could have done, I'm so sorry Y/N. Please forgive me."
He stares at me intensely. I can tell he actually feels horrible about this, by the way his eyes have grown. I have a pit in my stomach, I gotta forgive him. "I forgive you Two."
He engulfs me in a hug, and I feel him let out a hug breath. "I love you."
"I love you too."
If he ever does it again, we're done.
