What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Zorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Zach deserves better and Corbyn knows that

Corbyn's POV
Do you remember the first time it happened? I do, I can't forget it. We had only been together a few months, you were so happy. And, I thought I was too. In a way I was, I had never had someone love me the way you did. As much as you did. But I remember it, it was the first time you told me you loved me. I know you meant it, I could see it in your eyes. Your big, beautiful eyes. You meant every word and I said it back. But, I didn't mean it. I thought I did and it wasn't a complete lie. I do love you Zach, just, not in the way you deserve.

Do you remember the first time I made you cry? It didn't matter how I felt and it still doesn't, I couldn't bear it. Seeing you so broken broke me. I promised to never hurt you again. I held you against my chest and promised to never make you cry ever again.

Why weren't you mad when I broke it? Why weren't you hurt? Well, you were, but it wasn't because I had lied. You still laid with me that night. You still cuddled close to me and whispered I love you before going to sleep. If you had stayed awake you would've heard my response. You would've heard me say it back, but you also would've heard what I said after.

Why are you still here? I ask myself that every time I hurt you. After every tear. After everything that's happened, after all I've done to you. Why won't you leave?

I can't believe we made it three years. Three years of heartbreak. Three years of coming home late. Of half-assed kisses, of empty I love you's. And yet, you always comes back. Why?

I know there's someone out there who will love you more than I ever could. Who would treat you like a king because that's what you are. Why do you think I call you Prince?

You wouldn't even have to look that far, you've already met. I see the way Jonah looks at you. You always think I'm jealous when I catch you blushing at a complement. Or when he calls you baby. You don't see my smile, you don't see the way I hang back just to hear you laugh for a little longer.

I can't count how many times I've made you cry. How many times have I told you I'm sorry just to do it again? He would love you, he would take care of you. He wouldn't hurt you. He would give you a reason to stay.

I don't, but you still do. I get angry at you. I ignore you. I don't spend enough time with you. I push you away and every time, you come back. I don't wanna keep hurting you. Zach, I don't, I can't...

His vision blurred, the soft pat of water drops hitting the paper of his journal filled the air. The blue ink lifted, staining his tears cerulean. He slammed the book shut, tugging hard at his frosted locks. His heart was splitting down its center, the burning ache spreading through his entire chest. He shook his head, tears leaving streaks across his cheeks.

He reached over, fumbling around blindly in search for his phone. He located the small device and pressed his finger against the home button. He was greeted with a picture of Zach. He was looking up to the camera with a timid smile, his soft cheeks a deeper red than usual.