Skephalo Oneshots

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Prompt- "Don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me!"

AN// Angst, rude language, Panic attack, unrequited love.

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"I hate you!" Those three words rung in my head like warning Bells on repeat. Such simple words on their own were such deadly weapons when combine. The statement came, almost, out of no where.

A simple "Oh my goodness, I love you." Spoken so softly, so kindly, so plationically, regardless of its hidden meaning. How could he hate me after three words. Three. Simple. Words. The words that built him up, only for him to send three words to strike me down.

"Bad, we've talked about this." I could practically heard him pinching his eyes together angrily. Did I mess up that bad? So bad, he couldn't even use my name?

"You can't tell me you love me. I don't love you back and it makes me feel, uncomfortable." I could feel the pounding in my chest quicken, rushing to my ear drums at a sickening pace.

As my hands begun to shake, I took my hands off the mouse and keyboard they were resting on. I tried taking deep breaths, but they sounded shaky. So, so shaky. Like an earthquake was rupturing in my lungs, setting my heart a blaze. It's fire ran through my veins painfully, I could feel the flames licking at my palms, making them sweat and my eyes water.

"I-I know. I'm sor-sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean-" He didn't let me finish, sighing loudly while I picked at the skin on the back of my hand.

"Okay. Whatever. You didn't mean too. Got it. Just- Bad, suck it up for one second, okay?" I took another shaky inhale at his angry demeanor, trying to calm my anxious nerves. I could practically hear the clenching of his fists and the furrowing of his brows.

"Z-Zak, I ca-can't-" I choked on a sob, gasping for a moment, trying to get some air, "- I have to- to go." I went to grab my mouse, his hands slamming on his desk made me jump, stopping all movements and holding my breath.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare leave me! How dare you say something so disgusting! Only to leave behind you mistake! I'm tired of it Darryl! I can't listen to you say-" I quickly clicked out of team speak. Logging off everything and turning off my computer completely. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs and made myself as small as possible in my desk chair. I sobbed into my knees, unable to properly breathe.

Upon seeing black dots fill my vision, I unfurled myself from my right position, sliding off my rolling chair to lay on the ground. While looking at the ceiling, gasping and crying with hot tears steadily streaming down my face, I noticed the walls seemed to be closing in. The rocking and squeezing walls only induced my panic, scratching and squeezing to my throat to breathe.

I scratched, sobbed, scream, shouted, doing everything in my power to unblock the lump in my throat. That heavy sadness resting over my heart and lungs like a tumor, killing my from the inside out.

"Darryl? I'm home!" I faintly heard from outside my room, the heavy French accent hitting me, even though it sounded underwater. I continued to choke and claw a t my throat, unable to make any other noise, let alone talk.

There was a knock at my door before the squeaking of my opening door rung through the room. I didn't register the next few second, Vincent running into the room, crouching beside me, grabbing my face between both of his hands, the worry in his eyes.

"Hey! Hey Darryl! Hey buddy, focus on me! Okay? I need you to focus on my right now. I'm here. I'm real. Breath with me buddy. Come on, in, and out, in, and out. There we go, yes Darryl I'm here, you're okay." He worried, calmly stroking my cheeks with his thumbs while steadying my face in his hands. Before I was thrashing my head side to side unknowingly, now without the movement, I felt less sick.

I took deeper breaths with time, Vincent helping me through the heavy anxiety attack. I'm sure I would have passed out with out him, or seriously injured myself. "Thank you, Vincent. I appreciate you, a lot." I continued taking deep breaths, tears still spilling from my eyes as he rested my head in his lap, his fingers playing with my hair.

"Of course Mon Ami. Je'tiame." He said softly, kissing my forehead friendly. "What happened?" He asked lightly, as if he didn't need to know but thought he'd ask.

I sighed, playing with the strings of my hoodie anxiously. " I messed up, Vinnie. I told Zak I loved him, again. But this time I meant it in a friend way! And he just, blew it way out of proportion! He called my disgusting, he said he was tired of me, I know he doesn't love me back, but I don't know why he has to- why he has to-" I sobbed, hiccuping and crying into Vincent's chest pitifully.

The pain in my heart hurt worse than anything I'd ever experienced before. I knew this was heart break. But I never thought it would feel like this.