𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘦

[ Y/n ]

Boris and I sat outside, drinking, and smoking. We hadn't said much to each other since Theo left. We were still dating but... We just didn't really talk when we didn't have to.

It's been a month since he left and honestly life fucking sucks.

Before he came Boris and I were just getting by together, then he came and we started actually fucking living, and now he's gone and I can barely get Boris to talk to me.

Even when we have sex we say as little as possible.

I stood up, sighing. I can't handle his silence anymore. It's too much and not enough all at once. "I'm leaving." I said, putting my cigarette out.

"Already?" He asked, looking up at me. "Well, what the fuck do you expect Boris? I'm tired of sitting here moping around. Move fucking on! He obviously doesn't care about us. The sooner you realize that, the better."

I walked out of his house, my chest heavy. I can't believe I just said that to him. Boris is sensitive. I considered going back but decided against it in the end.

My whole body felt heavy now, each step harder to take than the last.

...

Eventually, I made it home and I went straight to my room. I laid down in my bed, staring at the wall. I wish it was how it was before.

I wish it was never Boris, Theo, and Y/n. I fucking hate that it was. I hate that we trusted him. I hate that we let him in. I hate that he tore us apart. I hate him. I hate Theo so fucking much.

I laid in bed all day, not bothering with food or water. It just didn't seem worth the trip.

...

I watched the sunset and I ignored my parents' call for dinner, rolling over and closing my eyes. I tried not to cry. I usually did. I just miss my Boris so much.

I want him to come knocking on my window and-

Tap tap tap

I opened my eyes and looked at my window. Boris motioned for me to let him in. I sighed and got up, opening my window.

He crawled in and shut the window behind him while I sat on my bed. He sat next to me, slowly taking my hand in his.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, staring out the window. He leaned his head on top of mine and rubbed my hand.

"I love you." He whispered.

My mind drew a blank, completely silent. "What?" I asked, looking at him. "I love you." He repeated, looking down at me.

I looked away from his face, staring at his shirt. "Boris... I love you too." I looked back up at him, taking his other hand in my own.

"I'm sorry I-"

He cut me off with a kiss, his hands gripping my own. I kissed back, opening my mouth for him.

Boris and I made out for a few minutes before pulling away. "That felt nice." He joked, making me laugh a little.

"Boris... I don't think we'll ever be the same..." I whispered. He nodded and leaned his forehead against mine.

"No, but we change together then. No more quiet." I nodded and closed my eyes.

"No more quiet."