𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

❦ gregory x reader - last chapter thank god ❦

literally wtf did i write

Your relationship with Gregory was... complicated of the likes in each aspect you tried to look at it. Whenever you did manage to look back and wonder why you two had ever gotten together nothing sappy or even reminiscent came to mind; you couldn't even lie about how upset it made you, and you wondered if his thoughts ever brought up such a notion and spent hours questioning what little you two had. This was probably the most relationship-related thing you did, which kind of said a lot.

The thing was, you never held it against Gregory. You knew him for a good couple years and somewhere along the lines, you two had gotten together. It was all such a blur to a point where you weren't sure who confessed first or even how long you two were together. Whether or not he had gotten with someone behind your back— you were unsure of. Being honest, even with him, you had talked to other guys behind his back but nothing ever came of it, and it wasn't as if you held any romantic feelings towards them either.

Kenny— Kyle— Craig— Token— Clyde— and of course a few others meant nothing towards you in the terms of affection. Up until now you didn't realize how lonely and deprived of affection you were. Maybe it... was just how you were brought up as a child. The affects of the lack of attention and just love in general crashed down on you all at once, not even bothering to hold back. Emptiness conquered your body and mind consecutively, you yearned for something so in your clutch yet there was no trace of it. There was never a trace of it.

Seeing Gregory's lower half against the bent-over body of some random girl undoubtedly stirred up negative feelings within you. All you were able to do in the moment with the little self control you had over yourself was sit idly by as if you had no care in the world yet it was far from that. Taking ahold of the plastic cup with overly-sweet punch resonating inside, you took a sip of it to cool down the parched area of your throat with an uncomfortable burning persuading your taste buds. At the same time you didn't want to deal with this, you just wanted to go home and rest in your bed for however long until you were faced with a carrier of affection. Maybe running away from your problems was a reason why you were faced with a problem you doubted you would have cared about a mere few months ago.

What brought about this sudden surge of cravings from the blond-haired English boy? School had ended earlier this week and graduation became a simple memory you decided not to give any more attention to. So... what the hell was going on? Why didn't you want to leave Gregory, why did you want him to touch you instead, why... did you him to wrap you shielded in his arms until you felt free from the fervent sadness clouding what was once your carefree and easygoing mind? Question after question that never seemed to end nor become close to being answered; it irked you, probably more than it should have. You indeed thought about what this concurrent expectancy from Gregory had entailed, and the one thing that kept popping up had upset you. Maybe... you didn't understand the extent of your loneliness until now, when everything gradually started to disappear and it was when you were at the last droplet of water when you realized you had nothing, absolutely nothing.

And maybe, just maybe, Gregory could be your final hope to salvation. He was that final droplet ready to free you of all your burdens-- except, it was as if you were his burden instead.

Maybe it is a good idea to go home, I'm not even sure why I bothered to come in the first place, you told yourself with negligence and a good tint of distastefulness. Why had you bothered to come anyways? It wasn't as if you had a solid group of friends, nonetheless anyone remotely close to you. Maybe Christophe could be considered somewhat of an acquaintance though it wasn't entirely as if you spoke with him on a daily basis. He was Gregory's closest friend but only occasionally spoke with you, at least it was with (somewhat) high regards anyways. It was more than you could say for anyone else at this shitty school in a shitty small town with shitty people.