Ruel imagines

I don't wanna let go

I'm in bed. I've been in bed for a week now. Blocking out life. I hate myself. Why did he leave me? It all happened the week before. My dog passed. The one person I told everything. I felt safe with him. Now that he's gone, I feel vulnerable. My skin is crawling. I don't want to live a life without him. There's a knock at the door. I stay quiet, knowing that if I do, whoever it is will leave me alone. I cover my head. The tears streaming silently down my face. The door opens and I stay still, trying not to pull my head out, because I know that I look like a mess. The blanket moves slightly, as someone sits down at the edge of my bed. "Y/n?" As soon as you hear his voice, you break. Ruel. He had been on tour, and you didn't want to keep him from focusing on his music, so you didn't tell him. He pulls back the blanket, and pulls you into a hug. You clutch him, knowing that someone spoke to him, telling him something was up. I'm normally so bubbly, and playful. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and held tight. I felt sick. Pulling away, I got up and stumbled to the bathroom. He followed, and as I was sick, he held my hair back. "Oh y/n, it'll be okay." I fell back onto his chest, and wept. He wiped my face, and flushed the toilet. He pulled me up, putting the toilet seat down and, sitting me on it, slowly pulled off my clothes, before lifting me up, and placing me in the shower, before pulling his own clothes of and climbing in. Turning in the water, he slowly washed my body, while I cried, unable and unwilling to move. He washed my hair, and then just sat there, holding me. 

Ruel turned off the water, and carried me out to the tiles, drying off my body. He walks out to the door, and comes back with a bag. He grabs out his shirt, the one I love wearing, and pulls it on, before carrying me out of my room, down the hall and to the kitchen, helping me sit on a stool at the kitchen bench. My mum is at the bench, and smiles gently when she sees my. She puts some toast in the toaster, while Ruel grabs my moisturiser and rubs it into my face. Sitting with me feeding me bits of toast, he talks to me and slowly, I feel a little better. He looks at me and says, "you ready to face the world again?" I nod. We head back to my room and I pull on some shorts, and some socks, before grabbing my boots and pulling them on. He grabs my hand, and we walk to the park, and all of our friends are there. They smile at me, and talk about life, but don't ask me about what's happening, which I'm thankful for. After talking with them, ruel looks at me, and kisses the top of my head. "Thank you," I whisper, before kissing him gently on the lips. We both turn, to watch Jake try to do a backflip and fail. For the first time in what felt like years, I smile.

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