I really enjoyed writing this! Minor TW (nothing graphic) Stay safe :)
Patrick POV
2013
"You OK, Patrick?" I hear Pete's voice bring me to my senses. I shrug.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks though." I cast my eyes back to the floor, and another awkward silence settles between us. I fiddle with the sleeves of my cardigan, and create sweater paws, anything to distract me...
I shiver.
Pete seems to notice, and awkwardly asks "you cold, Trick?"
No, I'm not Pete, you're far from wrong. I'm shivering because of you- "Yes" I simply reply. My breathing quickens as them memory gets stronger in my head, my heart rate increases and my stomach clenches in pain. I honestly thought Pete was happy n-
"You sure you're OK, Trick?" I clench my hands a little bit. Shut up with your questions. He's only making sure you're OK... like you didn't do so with him.
"Yeah" I breathe out.
It shouldn't be him who's asking me, it should be me asking him. Maybe if I had payed more attention, I would have caught him doing it earlier. Made sure he was OK.
My fault my fault my fault mt fault my fault my fault my fault my fault my fault.
Pete stands up with a clearing of his throat. "Right,um, I should be going to bed um I-"
Something snaps within me. What the fuck am I doing, letting him go?
"Pete, wait" I say, grabbing his hand, and directing him to sit next to me. I breath in, my hand shaking, my heart aching.
I can see the fear in his eyes.
I take in a sharp breath.
"I know what you've been doing." I look into his eyes. Tears are forming, and I instantly feel bad. I pull him into a hug. Pete shakily whispers, "I'm so sorry, Trick," before his voice cracks. I don't say anything, but pull him in closer to me.
"It's gonna be OK." I whisper into his ear, leaning my head on his shoulder. "It's gonna be OK."
2016
I smile- no, beam at my husband-to-be at the alter, my shaking hands taking his strong, calloused ones. I look up into his warm whisky eyes in complete love, joy and worry. The worry of the future to become. He notices this and frowns, stroking my face with his thumb. A tear escapes my eye from all the emotions I've been going through, the memories, the ones we're yet to make. I melt into Pete's warm body and he takes my face in his hands, leans down and whispers the same advice I told him three years ago- "It's gonna be OK."
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