Don't let go 🤍 - A Billverly fanfic

Call me by your name vibes.

Where was he? Why the fuck did he leave me? Is he going to Michelle again? I started shaking on the thought of that. After a while, I got up and got dressed up. I ran to the bathroom to have a shower, because you know... My ass hurt. No wonder why!

I tried to open the bathroom's door. It was locked. What the actual fuck. Was Bill inside?

"Bill are you inside?"

Silence.

"What the heck this is not funny!"

Silence. I decided to look for him in the other rooms. Empty. I started panicking. A cold quiver started pouring in my body. It was shaking really hard. I ran on the stairs and started crying. Was I alone? Did he leave me? I tried to stay positive. Maybe he was showering and didn't hear my knock. What if not?

I ran to the bathroom and tried to find a way in. I took my bobby pin out of my hair and unlocked the door. I saw him.

He was sitting under the sink with a lighter. His wrists and v-line were swollen, red and bloody. Why would he do that to me? I started shaking, but I didn't understand I was crying so hard that he noticed me... I squealed and continued crying.

"Jesus Christ!" he said and ran to me. He hugged me... I didn't. Instead of that, I rested my head on his shoulder and continued sobbing.

"Shh....It's okay!" he whispered on my ear and rubbed my back. "Okay?" It's totally fine harming yourself the day after you and your girlfriend hook up again.

Sobs and sobs later, I talked.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked in my sobs

"Some things must be done..."

What the fuck did he mean....

Silence

"Promise that you'll never do that again!" I yelled at him, starring straight in his eyes. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. His thumbs slowly massaged my wet cheeks. It felt nice I guess. I felt safer, but still shaking. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer in his warm as fuck-and-peaches hug. He bent his head on my side and kissed me. Fuck. I kissed back.

Bill's POV (after a long time)

She ment everything to me... When I burnt myself, I obviously wasn't thinking. I was being stupid. I still dont know why I did this. Seeing her crying made me feel upset and an asshole for what I did. And I was right. Having her on my arms made her feel safe. She was. And kissing her made both of us normal and unstoppable again. Oh gosh, her lips... They always had this apple juice and peach taste. After minutes that felt like ages of making out with her, I whispered to her ear. "Is it better to speak, or to die?"

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