YouTube One-Shots (Book 3)

He's Not Coming

Note: This is short and angsty. Enjoy!

Pairing: SwaggerEggs/RaccoonSouls

Ezra knew he wasn't going to come. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew. He knew when he first asked him. He knew when he had said yes. He knew when he bought flowers for him. He knew when he drove to the parking lot they had both had so many memories with. He knew all along, and didn't want to admit it.

But it was now 3 and there was no sign of him. The reality that he had to admit that he knew he wasn't coming was creeping up on him, and he hated it. He was supposed to be there at 11. He kept holding off, thinking that he was just late, or maybe he got lost and was trying to find his way.

But he knew he wasn't lost. He knew he wasn't late. He knew he didn't forget.

Ezra felt his eyes water up, and this time, he didn't wipe his eyes so harshly that his cheeks would turn red and his eyes would hurt for days.

For once, he let himself cry.

He knew he fucked up. He fucked up so, so badly. He knew Eric didn't want him back. But god, he so desperately wished he did. He kept imagining Eric rolling up finally, and him finally giving his speech, handing him the roses he had bought thinking about him, and Eric saying that he forgave him, and them kissing, with their lips fitting perfectly together as they held each other.

But Ezra knew better.

The bouquet he bought was grasped tightly in his hands, the thorns from the roses making him bleed. He didn't care. He was too numb to care. Too heartbroken. Too fucked up. He sat on his beat up car with the roses in hand, crying under a broken street lamp.

Eric wasn't coming.

And Ezra knew he wasn't going to come.