~*READ FIRST!!!!*~
So I only have close to no idea to what i'm doing, this is probably going to be very shitty so yeah. just deal with me for a bit ok? ok. This is just a preview of the full works*~
Dave Strider sat on the sofa, his knees held tightly to his chest and face buried in the confines of his hands, a sobbing, hiking, red faced, mess. So much had happened, with the game, with his bro, and now John. He wondered if it could get worse, of coarse he knew it undoubtedly would, so he tried to push those thoughts out of his brain. Dave gave a sniffle and lifted his head to wipe his eyes and nose, and sighed.
"Fuck..." He groaned, his eyes burned and head felt stuffed and heavy, he was miserable. Not two hours earlier had his prior boyfriend, and lover- John Egbert, broken up with him. It wasn't the break up that hurt so bad, but the reason. John had pestered Dave, what seemed like a fucking book of " I'm sorry"'s and "This isn't your fault, but mine"'s but what struck him, what cut through him, was the fact that it was his own fault. Dave read the message over countless times, practically droning now.
EB; Listen, its been a year now and... you're not changing. You said you were scared and I thought I could wait it out, but you're still not changing. I've waited so long, a whole fucking year Dave! We didnt see eachother alot, but when we did you pushed me away, it hurts. It hurts so bad.
Im sick of hurting you... Im sick of being hurt by you...
EB; so...
EB; its over.
EB im sorry Dave...
---EB(ectobiologiest) ceased pestering TG( Turntecgodhead) at 17:08---
Those words felt like a knife.
Because it was true, he had been scared to do anything physical with John, kissing, cuddleing, even something as simple as hugging, Dave had been terrified that if he screwed up Egbert would hate him.. And now it felt like he fucked up more than he ever could, he thought he was playing it safe but in the end he was ruining everything...All Rights Reserved