What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 14|| To My Beloved- Zorbyn

Sequel to I Love You
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Summary: Corbyn reads the note Zach left for him

Corbyn's POV
The note dipping beneath my trembling fingers. Silva pooling in the back of my mouth, throat clogged with thick, sour lumps. Thumb tracing the inked words, For my Corbyn.

The paper complaining softly as I unfolded it. Quiet sniffles shaking otherwise still air. The sleve of his hoodie plush against my upper lip, wiping away nothing. Ebony words fuzzy.

I hurt your feelings today. My love I didn't mean it. Of course I wanted to see you, but I'm in the hospital. I didn't want you to see. Tour's almost over and I don't want you to worry about me.

I'm so sorry I hid this from you. I just didn't want it to affect you and boys music. You were so excited to go back to Europe and I couldn't ruin that for you. I was gonna tell you, but I thought the treatment would work. If I had known it would get this bad, I would've told you sooner. Corbyn, you have to know that.

I told them not to give you this unless the treatment didn't work. So, if you are reading, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're hurting and I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you. I would give the entire universe to be with you, even if only to wipe away your tears.

This note's been kind of a mess. I've been writing it for a week and a bit, but I just wanted you to know I love you. I say it everyday and I mean it. You are my everything, Corbyn. You're my every wish and dream, your all I could've ever asked for.

I would give anything to spend my life with you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. Baby, I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to make you cry. I know it hurts and I'm so sorry it does.

I just want you to know how much I appreciate you. These have been the best three years of my entire life. You gave me something to live for. Corbyn you're the reason it took this long to show up again. You make me so fucking happy. You make me wanna live. You're the reason I wake up every morning. And this is not your fucking fault because I know you're trying to figure what you could've done different.

You are perfect. Every second I spent with you was perfect. Every memory I have of us is perfect. You're perfect and I love you more than you could ever know. More than words could ever tell. And I know you love me too, even if you didn't say back.

Don't ever forget how much I love you. No matter what, bean, never forget. I love you.

Constant chocking sobs forced their way past my chapped, swollen lips, littered with shallow bites. Hating myself more than I could ever explain. Hating myself for wasting what little time we had pissed because of some stupid shit that never mattered.

Washed out blue staining off-white, the midnight ink running down the page in slow streams. I moved it away carefully, placing it gently on my desk, before burying my hot face into my palms. My eyes burning with hellfire, the magma cascading down my crimson cheeks. The searing pain spreading to my skull. My head seeming to cave inwards, forcing every last tear from my ducts. That same agony pulsing from chest. Heart pounding my rids, desperate to escape its sweltering prison and find the one it craved for most. My screams broken, yelling to no one.

I couldn't bring myself to care enough to wipe away the thick rivers flowing from my nose or those dripping from my lips. All I cared about was him and I was too late.

My elbow slid along the wood, brushing against the envelope. The carrier falling to the ground. Its cries ringing through my ears. Body tensing with a sharp flinch.

I tucked it between glistening digits. The material darkening beneath my fingertips. I dumped its final contents onto my table. A silk, ebony pouch and folded card.

Zach had been so excited about tour ending. He even had a surprise for you when you got back.

I tugged at the sack's clenched opening. Sparkling silver and white gazed back at me. They glowed against the slick fabric. Gleaming effortlessly in my lamp's low, yellow light. I gradually pulled it out, staring at the accessory in complete awe. There was another, much smaller piece of paper.

It's a promise ring.

Something deep, deep down shattered at those words. It had been the only part of me still intact. A part of me I had never noticed, that had never made a sound. It split, right down its center. The two broken halves cracking and splittering, scattering glass shards throughout my being. The white, hot pain left black spots dancing in front of me. It left my entire being numb. My next sob more of a cry. A loud, pitiful noise from the very back of my throat. A shrill, helpless cry of the only thing I could think about. Of the only thing that mattered.

" Zach!"

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