Roadtrip Oneshots

Bronny, Bruises

Based on the song by Lewis Capaldi... I really love his songs, if you couldn't tell :)

This is my interpretation of the song, so... enjoy x

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Brooklyn

Her hand hits my face so ferociously that I trip back and hit my head on the wall on my way down.

My vision explodes into white, and I can't see a thing. All I can feel is the pain on the back of my head, and the pain in my heart. Breaking. All. Over. Again.

'I said we're done Brooklyn! I'm going!' She screams, 'don't you dare try and stop me!'

I try to speak, but I can't make the words. I can't say that I want her to stay. That I forgive her. Again. I can't say that I love her. Still. I can't say the words, and I wonder if it's because it's not true anymore.

'Wait,' I croak out, 'don't go... please,' I whimper, but I hear nothing. I wonder if she's gone already. Shut the door. Down the stairs. Left the house.

Counting days, counting days

Since my love up and got lost on me

And every breath that I've been takin'

Since you left feels like a waste on me

I've been holding on to hope

That you'll come back when you can find some peace

'Cause every word that I've heard spoken

Since you left feels like a hollow street

I can hear nothing, and so I don't know anything. I can't see anything. I can feel her hands on my body, I can feel where her touch left bruises, only this time it's in places visible.

The boys are out, and have no idea. It wasn't serious before... she loved me, and I loved her. They didn't need to worry. I had everything under control. At least I did.

I still can't see anything, but I crawl to my feet, stumbling and shaking. I blink over and over again, and the brightness dulls, the stars in my vision die, and I can see again. I stare around me, see the emptiness that is now my room.

Gone. She's gone. And this time she's not coming back. I run a hand through my hair, wince when the pain on my face sparks again. My heart thuds.

'She's gone,' I whisper to myself. But I'm not happy... I'm terrified. Terrified that I have no one to hold onto. Terrified that I have no on to in my safe space.

I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind

But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind

Oh my lord, oh my lord, I need you by my side

I lift my fingers to trace the mark I know is on my face, pleading that it won't fade for a while. That it'll linger, and stay with me. A reminder of her.

I look down, tears in my eyes, and the handprints on my arms blur into many. Fingerprint after fingerprint that trails down my arms, a beautiful mosaic of purple and black and blue. She's not violent... she just loves intensely. She's passionate.

My hand covers my mouth, and I swallow back down a sob. She's gone.

There must be something in the water

'Cause everyday it's getting colder

And if only I could hold ya

You'd keep my head from going under