Hard|Corbyn Besson
Series: 8 Letters by Why Don’t We
Title: Hard
Song(s): Hard by Why Don’t We
Warning(s): None
Summary: Where he’s tired of being her second choice
He shouldn’t be feeling the feelings he felt, he knew things like this doesn't usually work out. He also knew it was bound to happening, maybe that's way he was glad he wasn't always around and the fact that she had started to see someone. It all sorta happened to fast one moment he wanted nothing more than for her to be happy and the second he wanted to be the one brining her an endless amount of joy. He started to cave the feeling of her hands on his skin, the sound of her sweet voice at ever moment of every day. He feel and boy did Corbyn fall hard.
He tried to convince himself that he didn’t care if she showed up tonight or not, that even if she did he wouldn’t be thinking about her. The second she stepped into the room everything felt lighter, brighter even as he watched her scan the crowd before landing her eyes on him. The way her smile brighten and that little skip to her step did she when she was excited. His fingers where twitching in anticipation of having her wrapped up in his arms, even if just a second.
That’s when he saw him, the guy holding her hands so loosely as if the tighter he held on the more pain he’d feel. The hands belonged to a face he’d thought he'd never see, the oner person he remembered her saying she’d never wanted to be involved with. “Corbyn!” her voice broke through the crowd as she threw herself in his hold, a soft smile playing on his face as she giggled softly.
“Hey.”
He didn't know what to say, what he could he? Oh, hey I’m so in love with you and seeing you with him again breaks me? No, that wasn’t an option it’ll never be an option. He knew they had a past, a past. she wouldn’t talk about and one he wasn't going to be forcing her to talk about.
“You remember Nathan right?” she asked tugging the man forward as he nodded his head. The amount of shook he felt wasn’t something he was prepared for.
The night went on has he had expected it too, his thoughts constantly trained on her. His hands shaking as ever passing second sending him into a nerve wreaking mess. It wasn’t long before she was breaking her way through the crowd to him, tears streaming down her face as her stood quickly running to meet her half away.
“It’s okay.” he breathed out through her loud sobs. Everyone around watching knowing just what was happening, it happened way too often for their group of friends not to know. “I’m right here.”
She had blocked his number, something he learned wasn't new. According to Ellie it happened a lot, each time it happened she’d call him. Never once would she actually say his name but she would ask his opinions on certain situations. It never got to the point where it had now, to a point where she jumped on a plane and deemed that school had just gotten overwhelming and she needed a break.
Corbyn knew better, maybe that's why he knew this cycle had to end. He had to end it because he was hurting himself but pretending to be just what she needed for a night. He was tired of being second choice and just another bystander in a situation he had no business in being in.
“I can’t do this anymore..” he breathed out as she walked into the room, robe wrapped tightly around her as she tilted her head to the side. “I can’t keep being here to pick up the pieces each time he breaks your heart.”
“Corbyn.”
“Please just listen.” he begged her as she nodded her head and chewing on the inside of her lip. “I love you, God I love you so damn much. I can’t be here each time to just hold your hand, it hurts me to see you like this.”
“Don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry I can’t be second choice anymore.”