hi, I loved your old!friend reader & john drabble :)
could we get a second part where john is too late bc he stalls, unable to actually work up the courage ? </3
angstiest angst if you can, please!! ><
I don't usually write angst, I much prefer tooth-rotting fluff, but I'll do my best. Anon, you owe me a therapy session after this (/jk).
Too late. John Price was too late in confessing his feelings for you.
He had told himself he'd do it, told himself he wouldn't stall. But every time he tried to do so, the words never seemed enough to adequately describe his feelings towards you, so he never spoke them. And he had thought he'd have time to properly get the correct words, even when you had come back from a date gushing about the person you had gone on the date with.
He ignored all the glaring, obvious signs. The way you no longer went to his barracks to cuddle after a rough date, the way you no longer only smiled at him so brightly. The way you were always talking about your new partner. He had ignored it all, still foolishly thinking he had time to confess.
Until one day, when days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, you came over to his barracks and told him that you were shopping for engagement rings. You were planning on proposing to your partner.
It was then John knew he had messed up any chance he had of the future he had planned with you. He was too late, you were already in love with someone else. He was just... your best friend now. That was all he was, because you were in love.
Moments of the near future flashed in his mind, images of him having to attend your wedding as your best man, him having to give the best man speech at your reception. He would have to watch you dance with your spouse. He would have to watch you marry someone else, it was inevitable at this point.
No, no, no, no.
"Get out," he told you. His heart broke as he saw your smile fell away into confusion. "Get out!"
You scurried away from him, leaving his barracks. When he knew you were far away, he screamed into the nearest pillow. He screamed out all of his rage, all of it directed towards him.
Foolish.
He was foolish for stalling for so long. For not telling you his feelings sooner.
And now you had slipped out of his fingers.
Forever.
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