I dedicate this one to @sexylinskyy on IG for being the strongest most brave person I know. I love you so much❤️
Y/N's POV
I muffle my soft sobs as I hear faint knocking downstairs. I quickly wipe my face with my sweater sleeve and throw the blankets off my body. I sit up in my bed and reluctantly get off. I pad across my bedroom and this time, the knocks are louder, more persistent.
I swallow the lump in my throat, I push away the uneasy feeling in my stomach and brace myself. I make my way down the hall, and to the stair case. I stop mid-step when I hear his throaty plead.
"Open the door! Come on, I know you can hear me! Just open the door, please!" And just when I thought my heart was no more, the crack and waver in his voice broke what was left when he said, "please. I can't let you go. I.. I love you. I fucking love you! You're it for me. Please!"
Sucking in a sharp breath, I grab hold of the rail to steady myself. I love you. I blink back my stinging eyes and shake my head. Grabbing all the courage I could muster, I walk down the stairs.
As I got the bottom, the sight before me made it unbearably hard not to cry. There he was, looking through the window by the front door with pleading eyes and desperation. Eyes filled with such hurt and anguish. His pleads were short lived when his green eyes connected with mine.
His unkempt dark hair was as wild as ever, seeing as he probably ran his fingers through them from utter distress. His eyes were splotchy and puffy, making him look so vulnerable.
Tears slipped down his beautiful face. I wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him everything was alright, but I couldn't. Instead, I watched with tears pooling my eyes as he set his right hand on the window.
G's POV:
I could never lose her. I needed her. She was all I had left, the only person who could ever care for a monster like me.
I hated myself. I was dragging the most beautiful human being into my bullshit. It was no doubt that she hated me too. After all, I put her through so much. I don't deserve her.
She tried her best to see the good in me, but all she found was the monster who pushed everyone away and only cared about himself. The guy who snapped at her when he was too afraid to admit how scared he was of falling. I was the guy who drank and didn't give a shit about anything. I was the guy who controlled her, I was the guy who didn't realize it until it was too late.
And now, I'm the guy banging on her door, pleading for her not to leave me. I was trying to be better for her, to pick my life up. Instead, my forever was being ripped away from me.
"I fucking love you! You're it for me. Please!"
I cried, not caring about how pathetic I looked. I cried because I loved her. I cried because I was an idiot. I cried because I needed her. I cried because she was all I had left in the world. And I cried because I was hurting her with every lie and every breath I took.
I cried because I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to break her heart when I told her she means nothing to me. The truth is, she means everything to me. I was too stubborn and drunk to let her know how much I love her. Instead, I yelled at her to stay away from me, that I didn't need her help or sympathy, that I didn't need anyone.
I'll never forget her wavering voice and watery eyes as she looked at what a mess I was and said, "you don't mean that. I care for you and I'm not leaving. You're just drunk."
That's when I should have agreed with her, but my idiot self assured her I did mean it, by yelling at her until she finally left me in the parking lot of a bar, but not before taking off the golden locket I gave to her and throwing it at me.
After she left, and I had taken time to realize what an asshole I was, I put the locket in my pocket and stumbled my way to her house.
Now, as our eyes are gazing into one another, I set my right hand on the window. I've never felt so vulnerable and desperate in my life. I tear up again at her beautiful face looking so tear stained. I suck in a sharp breath at what I had done to such a beautiful soul.
"I'm sorry." I choke.
She pads over to the door slowly, our eyes never leaving each other. I watch as she takes her left hand and places it on the glass, where on the other side, mine is. I make sure to give her all of me as i say those three words again.
"I love you."
Just as quickly as she put her hand on the glass, the quicker she pulls away. Thinking she's going to walk away, my heart drops further. But then, she unlocks the door and opens it. I step back a couple steps, unsure what she wants.
She strides over to me and grabs a hand full of my shirt. I expect a vicious shove or a slap to the face, or anything that I know I deserve, but to my astonishment, she pulls me forcefully to her and kisses me with so much passion that I'm overwhelmed.
My mind is racing and I have no idea what to do, I'm too shocked to react, and when she pulls away after a couple seconds, she murmurs a soft, "I love you."
I pull her back to me and attach my lips to hers. Both of us panting, both of us smiling like idiots. Our bodies mold to each others and I'm too weak to pull away. She's my drug. She's my world. She's my everything, and I can't lose her ever again.
