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[crimsonheart01]

Hi! I’m so glad to see you back posting again. Hope you’re doing well during these crazy times! I was wondering if you could write #3 from the angst prompt list with Opie?

3. “if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

Thank you sweet sweet nonny. I’m doing great, thankfully. I’ve been in quarantine for 7 weeks LMAO but still working from home full time so that’s helpful. ANYWAYS here’s some angsty Opie <3333

This takes place just before Opie goes to prison in Season 5 so you can fill in the blanks about how this really ends...

The world around you faded out of focus as you stared at the empty half of the closet. He must have come and gone while you were at work. You licked your lips, thinking what a coward he was. Couldn't even bother to face you. End things officially. 

You sank down onto the floor, curling your legs underneath you. The signs had been there for too long. He continued to push you away. Giving bullshit excuses. None of that mattered to you. You promised him forever. 

He was too broken. Unable to love himself. 

You spent so long - too long - trying to convince him he was worth it. Worth someone else’s love. It wasn’t fair. All the work you put in. For him to throw it all away in a few short hours. 

The tears began to spill over and you didn’t bother to swipe them away. You deserved to cry. You deserved to be mad about his decisions. Decisions that affected you whether or not he wanted them too.

Picking up your phone, you dialled his number. You knew he wasn’t going to pick up. He would screen the call. That was fine. You didn’t have much to say anyway. You just needed to remind him of something. 

His voicemail picked up and you sighed. After a few beats you finally spoke, “If you cared about me, really cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.” 

You inhaled as you got the words out and then threw your phone down beside you somewhere. You didn’t bother to hang up. He could deal with the empty noise of nothing in the background. Maybe it would fill the void where his heart should’ve been. 

Losing all fight in your body, you slumped down and laid out on your back on the floor. There was a knock on your side door, as you laid there lost to everything. Staring into nothing. Thinking about nothing. You didn’t answer. Nothing mattered right now. 

You heard as the screen door screeched opened and the familiar voice of Gemma Teller calling through your house. You flopped your head over to stare at the open doorway, spotting Gemma’s feet as she approached your bedroom.

“Oh baby,” She murmured. 

With a blank response you turned your face back up and stared at the ceiling. Gemma came closer and hovered above you. You had the decency to flick your eyes up to hers. She pulled out a paper from inside her purse and held it out to you. 

“Ope was arrested today.” Gemma explained, “He didn’t want you to halt your life by waiting around for him.” 

The water in your eyes welled again but this time instead of silence, you broke completely. You wailed as the news hit you. Gemma cringed at the sound and crouched down. She placed the letter near your feet and pulled you into an embrace. 

“He loves you, baby.” She cooed in your air, “I know he does.” 

Written based on these prompts