What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Eggplants (Part Two): Why Don't We- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn learns there's more to the story and that eggplants weren't meant to be letters

Corbyn's POV

😍Dani-boi💜

Dani-boi:
Corbyn, come home, please. We're worried
10:47 am

The vibration went completely ignored. My phone's crying pings unanswered. I didn't have the heart to read what they were saying. The heart to have them tell me directly how stupid I had been. So, I walked and stared at the ground as I did.

I didn't know where I was going or how long I would be gone, or even if I could ever go back. I just knew I had to leave, that I couldn't go running back to them after calling them what I had, or storming out of our house. Or confessing something like that.

My knuckles brushed along my cheeks, wiping away the freezing tears before hiding back within my pocket. The early morning winds were sharp and cold, leaving my nostrils burning after each chocked sniffle. A bench appearing in my peripheral vision.

My heavy, exhausted body all but threw itself onto the sturdy wood. I tried blinking away the waves of approaching tears, tried to breathe around the aching lump in my throat. Tried to ignore the painful throbbing of my broken heart.

My teeth dug hard into my already swollen lips, face tucking away into the safety of my cold hands. I hated myself.

I had ruined everything. I had been so damn greedy, so fucking desperate for more that I didn't think of losing what I already had.

My next few tears slipping between the cracks of my fingers, running down the back of hand and slipping into the opening of my sleeves. My lips parted to drawn in a shaky breath, my entire being trembling with it.

" Corbyn!" I didn't bother to look up at Jack's voice. I knew they would find me eventually, I hadn't gone very far. I had just hoped I would've calmed down by then. That I would've had more time.

The sharp rasps of his approaching steps and the abrupt ending of them as he saw the state I was in. I could only imagine how awful I must look.

Blonde hair messy. Cheeks flushed a bloody red. Lips swollen and littered with bite marks. Bloodshot eyes hidden behind my hands. My nose was probably running, it would explain the cold moisture above my mouth. And there wasn't a single doubt that I was shaking.

" Oh, Bean," whispered low, he was directly in front of me now.

" Go away," finally finding the strength to pull away from my palms. Hoarse voice wet and shaking.

" I won't leave you," his fingers gentle as they wiped away my streaming tears. I was so helpless to his touch, melting into his hand. I could feel the warmth of the soft smile the action elicited.

" Come on, let's go home. We can talk about everything that happened."

My head shaking against his palm," no. I'm not going back just to be rejected. Just, leave me alone, Jack," a new flood of tears coming with the confession. It seemed so much more real when I spoke it aloud.

" Corbyn, come on. We-"

" Please," my pitiful voice cracking, pulling away from his touch.

It was silent between us for a few moments. Finally broken when Jack plopped down beside me with a sigh. I glanced over to him, the sight of his handsome face creased with worry almost too much to bare. He met my gaze with a smile.