Denial - a Breddy fanfic

90.

Eddy tried desperately to think of something other than Brett's sad eyes. He was sitting in their wardrobe, eyes trained on his phone showing some funny videos he found on YouTube. It was a desperate attempt, and it wasn't working. Everything made him want to show Brett, to laugh with Brett, to hug Brett. He had to constantly remind himself that in the long run, this would be better for Brett. It didn't matter how much he himself was hurting, because maybe if he just didn't have to worry about Eddy, he would have time to focus on his own mental health. Brett was more important. Always.

A light knock on the door snapped him out of his own thoughts and made him aware of a single tear running down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly.
"Who is it?" he asked out loud, his voice cracking halfway.
"Victoria", he heard from outside, but the door opened slightly immediately after. "Can I come in?"
Eddy shrugged, realizing he wouldn't be able to reply without crying. Victoria sat down next to him on the couch.
"Will you tell me what's going on?" she asked softly, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "You and Brett are obviously not fine."
"I'm fine, you should talk to Brett", he said, but choked on tears immediately after the word "fine". He hid his face in his hands and sobbed, not able to hold it back.
"I did", Victoria sighed, moving her hand to rub his back carefully. "What on earth were you thinking, Eddy?" The last part wasn't really accusatory, but more attempting to understand.
"H... He's... He'll be better off... Like this..." Eddy sobbed, trying to wipe his own tears and sniffling. "Ever since we... Since we got together... He's been worse, his mental health... And it's got to be because of me? I'm causing it..." Eddy was for the most part rambling at this point, and Victoria pulled him into a hug.
"Shh, Eddy, who told you that? Did Brett tell you that?"
Eddy shook his head hard, still being hugged. He hated feeling weak like this, and he could feel his willpower slipping. He just wanted Brett to hug him, no mstter how selfish that would be.
"Then that's probably not true, Eddy", she sighed, letting the hug go. "Comeon, go talk to him about it. Tell him what you think, I'm sure he'll twll you that you're wrong."
Again Eddy shook his head hard.
"Why of course he'll say I'm not causing it, 'cause he's trying to protect me!", Eddy exclaimed through his tears. "He doesn't understand that he'll be better off without me, that I'm doing this to protect him. I just love him so fucking much, alright? I'll do anything to protect him."
Victoria looked like she wanted to just slap some sense into the boy, but remained calm.
"Honestly, Eddy, I think you're letting your own mental health cloud your judgement. I hope you'll reconsider it."

And with that, she left the room, leaving Eddy alone with his thoughts for the renainder of the break.