I originally started this on my imagines book, but I was getting good feedback on it so I decided to make a actual book with chapters in it. It's about Grant X Reader being best friends and something happening to their relationship because of HIS gi...
Previously- (Y/n)'s prov: (Y/n): I named her Brooke well Brooklyn grace Gustin. She deserved to have her daddy's name. He was and still is a great man and I wish she could have met you, but her mummy couldn't protect her. He takes the picture and looks at it he begins to cry:
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Grant: your right she was so beautiful. He looks up at me and I have tears rolling down my face as I breathe in heavily: (Y/n): go on hate me now, just like I've hated myself for the past five years. TO BE CONTINUED..............................
Now——-* (y/n)'s prov: It's really silent for a few minutes as he looks at the picture and continued to cry. I stay all the way across the room in a corner silently cry, thinking that he'll hate me now. After a while he stops crying, walks over to me, crouches down to me and pulls me into another hug. Grant: I could never hate you. This wasn't your fault. He rocks me back and forth for a bit. Then when I'm done crying he sits forward still trying to process it all as I rub his back:
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Then I lay my head on his back for some extra comfort. Grant: I love you. No matter what. That was our old saying. He means it too, I can hear it in his voice. (Y/n): I love you to. No matter what. We stay for a bit longer then he stands up bringing me with him. As we are fully standing up he kisses my forehead:
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Grant: I'm just glad you told me. (Y/n): Grant there's one more thing I haven't told you about a......and I don't really wanna say it, but I will. If you wanna hear it? Grant: go on baby tell me.... He looks almost scared as he says that. (Y/n): I'm just going to show you alright? Grant: ok. I slowly move my arm away from him and lift my sleeve. I then show him the scares I have. As I rub them he looks at me with sad eyes:
