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d.p | its gonna b okay

italic= flashback
bold= present time

⚠️involves suicide thoughts, and attempt

y/ns pov
i'm currently laying in bed. listening to sad music again. life has been so fucked up.

"danny please. talk to me. be honest with me. i won't be mad. just please tell me what's wrong" i was basically begging him to talk to me. "there's nothing to talk abt y/n. there's nothing wrong." he said as he just shrugged. "cut the bullshit danny. i'm being fr right now. look me in my mother fucking eyes and tell me nothings wrong. tell me. i wanna see if u rlly mean it" i tried to grab his face but he pushed my hands away. "u know what danny? u obviously don't fucking love me anymore. u don't put any effort into us. do u want us to end?"

i stared at the ceiling. counting the stars that i had put up there. with him.

"stop baby" i told him. he doesn't stop tickling me. "let me breath danny! please" i said trying to catch my breath. but i couldn't. i just kept laughing and laughing. he finally stopped. "now let me do it to u. u fucker" i said. he quickly started laughing too. "i love u y/n. nothing will ever change that. i love u so much. i will never leave u" he ran his fingers through my hair. and kissed me. we quickly got up to finish putting the stars we bought from amazon. we made them form a little group. i did. he made them be far apart. he pulled me down to the bed and turned off the lights. we counted the stars. and tried to figure out what they made. "look, i made it say d+ y/f/i (ur first initial) it shows us. together." i love this man so much.

i hugged the last sweater i had of his. the only i kept. when we returned everything back to each other, we made a rule that if we wanted to, we were able to only keep one thing.

i quickly put my sweater and a beanie on. it's pretty cold outside today. i washed my face. trying to make it look like i'm okay. i quickly grabbed the box. where all his stuff were at. two years thrown into the drain. we decided to meet at the park. the park we would always go to. "here danny. here's all ur stuff" i gave him the box. he pulled out a box too. "here's all ur things" i walked to my car and put it in there. "so, is this our final goodbye?" he asked. i nodded my head. he didn't hesitate to pull me into a hug. "i'm srry. i'm srry for everything. i hope u find someone better. i'm srry y/n. i rlly am" he started sobbing onto my shoulder. i'm trying to hold my tears back. but that didn't work. i started crying along with him. "i love u danny. i always haved"

i still keep in touch with the boys, even danicia. they've told me he got a new girl. she's very beautiful. i hope he treats her well. he treated me well. just for a while. and i guess he got tired of me. but i'm glad to see he's okay. i'm getting better. i've always had difficulties with my mental health. danny was always there to help me.

"do u know how fucked up i was before i met u" i asked danny. we were currently at his house. laying on his bed. eating some food his mom had cooked. "no baby, u never talked abt it" oh yeah. i forgot. "well, i wasn't doing okay danny, and then i met u and i got out of the mental space i was in. so now i'm here. honestly u were one of the ppl that saved my life" i said as tears started to fill up my eyes. "i rlly love u danny. u saved me" he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a kiss. "i'll always be here for you baby, i'm glad ur still here. i'll never let u get back into that dark place again."

u did u fucking asshole. i started smoking weed again. everyday. i don't get out of bed. i barely eat. i'm slowly getting better. very slow.  i'm all alone now. don't have anyone to talk to. u knew u were the only one i had. my family doesn't like me. no one does. just bc of my actions. u were the only one that accepted me. and i loved u bc of that. but now no one wants me. now i lay here. alone. thinking abt whether i should just end it all or not. i should. no one cares anymore. no one. but i still care abt u. i tried to end it. but yall fucking stopped me. right now i would've been okay. in no pain. i would've been nonexistent.

"y/n! please no. please tell me ur still okay.  please y/n. please." i heard someone say. it was logan. his voice cracked. i was numb at this point. my eyes were slowly closing. the door was locked. so logan can't walk in. i hope he doesn't break in. i don't want him to see me like this. logan has always been like a brother to me. i left him, frank, and julian a message. telling them i loved them. and how much i enjoyed them being in my life. idk why logan caught on. he could just let me die. someone had knocked down the door. "y/n...please. don't leave. not yet." i quickly opened  my eyes. i opened them to see logan. crying. sobbing. he pulled me into a hug. he moved my hair from my face. and had me in his lap. "why tf would u do this. we care abt u. i don't care if u and danny broke up. i care abt u y/n. u know i do. i'm srry i didn't help u. i'm sorry." he kept on sobbing. i'm trying to talk to him. but i cant. i cant open my mouth. he quickly looked at me again. "it's okay, don't say anything. it's okay, the ambulance is on its way" he said. i slowly moved my weak arm to grab his hand. frank and julian ran into the room. quickly. they surrounded me and logan. and then danny came in. he didn't know wtf to do.

hey guys. srry abt this one. i was crying while writing it😔. hope y'all enjoyed. i think i'm going to sleep now. goodnight😝