this meme is 2 fucking months old
10. PRESS THEIR FOREHEAD AGAINST MY MUSE’S
haley’s always been the one person who could calm him down. someone who could make him feel safe and secure, someone who could ground him in reality. whether he’ll admit that or not, he needs it right now. when they touch their head to his, he can feel tears begin to brim his eyes. he’s not a very physical person when he needs comfort, but when it comes to them, it feels like all his walls suddenly shatter. he won’t cry, he’s cried enough to last a lifetime by now, but there the tears will remain, brimming on the edge. he reaches his hand out, grabbing their arm and gently strokes his thumb against them.
he knows he’ll be okay eventually, but right now it hurts. part of him wishes he could be mad, but he gets it and he just wants her to be happy. he’ll move on, he’ll find someone else ( if he hasn’t already ), and it won’t feel as if his lungs are being crushed. the first heartbreak is always supposed to be the worst one, right? at least he has his best friend to coax him through it. everything’s always been easier to handle with them by his side, it sends a wave of comfort and a certain assurance that everything will be okay. no matter what happens, he’s going to be fine if he has them.
❝ haystack, ❞ his voice is hoarse, it’s probably the first time he’s spoken without crying today. he lifts his hand up, placing it on the back of their neck. he just wants to feel them close to him. he needs to feel grounded, let that feeling of assurance take over him, and ignore everything else. it’s easier to do that with them and a whole hell of a lot healthier than anything else he cold think of. ❝ please don’t break my heart. ❞
he knows they wouldn’t, realistically. it’s the only thing he’s confident about in his life — that haley would never hurt him and he would never hurt them. still, he feels like he needs to say it. he understands why movies make it out to be such a big deal now, why everyone feels like their world has crashed and they’ll never love again — he gets it. it’s dramatic and he knows he’ll be okay, but he still feels that dramatic flare about it.
he finally finds the words to speak again, somewhat louder than the first time, but just as desperate. ❝ i love you so much, ❞ a bit of an understatement. he can’t even come up with the words to describe how much he loves them, how they’re practically his entire world, how they’re the most important person to him. it’s indescribable but he feels like they know just what he’s talking about. ❝ i don’t know what i’d do without you. so — so please don’t break my heart because i don’t think i’d survive it. ❞
