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theworldofotps · 1 year ago

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Excuse me while I go curl up in a corner and cry. Broke my heart but it’s so damn good😩😩

She did the right thing😭

Empty Promises

Synopsis: he no longer kissed you without the taste of another woman on the tip of his tongue

Warnings: extreme angst, cursing, endless arguments, smutty flashbacks, cheating, lying, manipulation

A/N: you guys reallllly wanted angst so here it is! Unlike the rest of the fics I’ve written this far, there’s no happy ending here. If you’re an emotional girlie like me maybe grab some tissues. Enjoy!

(Hes a major dick in this one so if that’s something you don’t like, I wouldn’t read it)

Italics=flashbacks

Standing in front of him now, being forced to feel the complete carelessness he doesn’t bother to hide, you stare up at him through the tears blurring your vision. You couldn’t figure out how you got here. You wondered how you were so oblivious to the signs that giving him your heart was the deadliest choice you could’ve ever made.

His eyes were low and shadowed by the hoodie that had the scent of perfume that was not your own embedded in the fabric. There was no empathy, no remorse whatsoever for what he’s done to you. He can see clear as day that he took a girl who was formerly so happy, so joyous, so naturally herself, and he broke her down piece by piece until she became nothing but a shattered version of who she used to be.

And he would be lying for the thousandth time if he told you that he was sorry for what he’s turned you into.

“I thought you loved me.” You croak, doing everything you possibly could not to let another dam break loose in front of him. “You told me that! You told me that I was the one for you! That it was always going to be me and you in the end, no matter what!” Your strained voice bounced off the walls. Your heart was spilling out of your chest and he just stood there like it didn’t affect him in the slightest.

“I have been there for you through everything!” You reminded him, “From your debut in AEW to now, I’ve been your biggest fan! I’ve been nothing but your biggest supporter! I’ve changed my whole life around for you! So we could be together like you told me you wanted!”

The memories came rushing back right before your eyes. The times when it was simply you, Tyler and all the love the two of you could ever possibly pour into each other. The late night phone calls after his matches when you were the one he wanted to tell everything to and the times you were front row cheering him on. It all came flooding back as you stood in front of him, feeling the impending end.

“This is all I thought about tonight” he whispered against your lips as he cupped your cheek with his taped up hand. His other hand gripped your hip as he thrusted himself into you, rocking you against the closed door he had you pinned to.

You lulled your head to the side and his lips trailed their way to your neck, slowly sucking on your heated skin that was soon to be left with a purple discoloration, a way of claiming you, in his mind.

You had to muffle your moans and used his broad shoulder to do so, biting down on his slick skin when he pulled his hips back just to slam right back into you. There were people walking past the room and you could hear the muffled conversations through the door but Tyler didn’t care. After his debut he was so amped up he sent you a text from where you were leaning against the barricade and told you he needed you immediately.

Having you front row cheering him on did nothing but make his adrenaline rush that much more, which served as the reason why he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel to have you like this.

Your legs locked around his hips and soon your hands were pinned above your head when he leaned back and picked up the pace, knowing it wouldn’t be long until someone needed to use the locker room.

He watched his cock disappear and reappear with your sweet, shiny juices coating every inch before he brought his sights to your face, loving the way you were trying so hard to contain the loud moans and whimpers threatening to break through.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he huffed out rather breathlessly, “all the time but especially like this, God I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel so I can fuck you like this all night long” he groaned as he pressed his forehead to yours and brushed his lips over your own.

Hot breaths and low sighs, moans and whimpers intermingled between you before he hit a particular spot that he knew was going to make you scream. He covered your mouth with his hand and snapped his hips into you and out so forcefully that you couldn’t control anything your body was doing.

Blissed out and ever so dazed you were snatched back to the moment as soon as his lips lingered to the shell of your ear and he breathlessly whispered, “I love you, Y/N” for the first time.

The memory that used to make your heart swell now sickened you when you realize he never meant anything he said. The lies he’s told you over the years that you’ve had to find out in the most heart wrenching of ways. The harsh realization that while you were completely and utterly his from the start, he was never yours at all.

The way you loved him was what destroyed you. You put everything on hold for him without a second thought and he never considered to do anything like that for you. You were always there the second he needed you but when you needed him there would be excuses made left and right until it was of his convenience. You gave him everything you possibly possessed and willingly took all of it and let it die in his hands.

“How many times am I supposed to let you do this to me?” You ask, shaking your head. “How many times are you going to lie to me, Tyler?!”

His emotionless state was making you internally plead for something. For anything that showed that he had at least some sort of heart buried deep down. You couldn’t understand how he could watch you fall apart right before his own eyes and not feel a single thing after everything you’ve been through together.

“Fucking say something, Tyler! Anything!” You shout, begging damn near.

He eyes you over before he drops his head and plops down on the couch, staring down at his feet with his head hung low as he shrugs his shoulders. “What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He muttered before he lifted his gaze. “That I’m sorry? Haven’t I said that enough?”

“I don’t give a fuck about an apology anymore because I know you never fucking mean it!” You felt like a broken record replaying over and over again. “I want answers! I want to know why you keep fucking destroying me! I want to know why you keep lying! Why you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants when I’m not around! What the fuck did I do to deserve any of this?!”

He remained silent as he stared up at you, watching the tears stream down your cheeks. You dropped to the other end of the couch and let your head fall in your hands, mascara staining your palms as you completely fell apart.

“Don’t cry, please.” He whispers from above you as you bury your face in his chest. “It’s only a few weeks. I’ll be coming back to you as soon as I can.”

You pulled back and wiped your eyes, but it did no use. You looked up at him for what was going to be the last time for a while. He was going to be on the road and you were going back to school to finish out your degree. The only time you’d be seeing him was on tv, on FaceTime or all over the internet and it was killing you both.

He looked down at you and swallowed thickly. He was doing his best not to break down too, but seeing the tears on your face was shattering his heart.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You whimpered as you cupped his cheek, and he leaned into your palm. “But I’m so proud of you, and I’ll be watching dynamite and rampage every single time you’re on.”

His lips tipped up before you pressed yours to them. Taz came and tapped his shoulder, breaking the two of you apart. “Planes boarding, bud.”

You unwrapped your arms from around him and he grabbed your hands, squeezing them once before letting them slip. Then he took a step back to let taz hug you goodbye.

“It’ll be alright, you two will be back together again before you know it. Go get that degree, kid.”

When you pulled back, Tyler was standing behind you with his suitcase in hand. His eyes were tinged red but he must have wiped away the tears. You gave him one last kiss as he whispered against your lips, “I love you, and remember that when it gets hard without me.”

You nodded, pulling apart for the final time. “See you soon, champ.”

You remember Taz telling you later on that Tyler was just trying to hold it all together in front of you, but when he got on the plane he bawled like a baby.

You couldn’t understand how he was able to sit in front of you, watching you completely fall to pieces over what he has done and not shed a single tear. You heard him shifting on the couch cushions before you felt him get up, pulling your hands away from your eyes only to see him heading to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and casually coming back to take his seat.

“I don’t fucking understand, Tyler.” You sniffled as you tried wiping the wetness off of your cheeks. You looked over at him but he was staring out the window, up at the moon as he tipped his bottle back and chugged.

You didn’t take the time to really process before you reached over and snatched the bottle out of his hands. He cut his eyes at you, “Give me my fucking drink back.” He demanded with an all too non suggestive tone, but you didn’t. You got up and walked over to the kitchen and stared at him as you poured it down the drain.

“Fuck your drink” your spat as you came back over to him. “You owe it to me to fucking explain yourself, Tyler! You fucking owe that to me!”

“I don’t owe anybody shit.” He muttered as he stood from the couch again. You stared up at him, your eyes following him back to the kitchen, where he grabbed another beer and stared dead at you while he tipped his head back and chugged.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He grabbed it, looking down at the screen and he had the audacity to let a smirk slip across his lips. You knew who was texting him. It was two in the morning.

“Are you fucking serious?” You felt your eye twitch. He lifted his head and wiped the smirk away with the back of his hand. “Right in front of me?”

“It was my dad.”

“Then show me.” You stood up, crossing your arms as you eyed the phone that he quickly locked and stuffed back in his pocket. That alone told you what you already knew.

“You’re fucking lying again!” You shout, your voice trembling before it cracked. “God Tyler do you ever fucking stop!”

“Do you?!” He shouted back, his voice bellowing out so loud it caused you to take a step back. “You’re always fucking doing this! All you ever want to do anymore is fight and bitch and moan all the fucking time!” His eyes were filled with fury now and it was a stark contrast from the lifelessness you were unfortunately used to.

You found yourself speechless for a moment. You couldn’t believe he was turning the tables on you when he was the one who caused all of this in the first place. You’d gotten in many arguments over the years but it seemed that they just kept escalating and escalating and your brain flashed back to the very first one, and how you were so foolish to believe that you could patch things up under his bedsheets after.

“I told you, I’ve been busy.” He grumbled as he ran a towel through his wet hair.

“I’ve been busy too, but I still make time for you, Tyler.” You point out as you sit on the edge of the hotel room bed. “I’m supposed to be at school right now but I took a few days off for you.”

“I never asked you to do that. You really should be at school right now. I’m not the one who told you to take days off.” He said as he tossed the towel into the hamper and grabbed his hoodie. “I already told Ethan I would meet them in the lobby way before you showed up. Just stay here and when I come back we’ll spend time together. I can’t help that I had plans already.”

Watching him throw that hoodie on felt like you’d lost the argument. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your cheek briefly before he headed towards the door. “Love ya.” He said before he headed out.

You waited all night for him. Around two he stopped answering your texts. You ended up texting Ethan just to make sure everything was okay, but didn’t get a reply back until four in the morning.

You woke up to Tyler’s arms snaking around your waist from behind and the sun peeking through the blinds. The tear soaked pillow stuck to your cheek and peeled from your skin as you rolled over to face him. His eyes were bloodshot and breath reeked of tequila but, at that point you were so exhausted from crying that you didn’t have the energy to tell him how you felt.

His hand trailed down to your thigh where the end of his shirt laid against your skin and he slipped it underneath until he found your panties. His lips latched to your neck, roughly sucking your skin as his drunken voice muttered, “Missed you” against it.

You knew you were putty in his hands and allowed it anyway. You felt the distance between the two of you and that alone terrified you to no end, so whatever you could do to bring that closeness, that connection back, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

That led to him lazily thrusting into you moments later from behind. He held your thigh hiked up on his hip and with every thrust he huffed the strong scent of tequila against your cheeks. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly pushed into you, and despite how the night began, you couldn’t help but to moan his name as he held you tight.

Despite the way you wanted to tell him just how bad it hurt that he left you for so long, you swept it all under the rug and took the way he was peppering kisses to your skin, muttering your name under his breath and two i love you’s as his apology.

You knew this wasn’t the type of fight that could be smoothed over by a quick and meaningless fuck that only felt like it was passionate at the time.

This was time and time again of multiple arguments, hundreds of lies and infidelities being stuffed in a bottle until the cap blew off.

“You can’t turn this around on me anymore.” You glare at him, watching as he glared right back. “I wasn’t the one who fucked someone else when we were apart! I was the one trying to call you every single night to tell you how much I loved and missed you and you were the one going to strip clubs and parties and fucking every trashy whore you saw!”

“I didn’t just go out looking for bitches to fuck! It may seem that way in your twisted little brain but that’s not what fucking happened!” His chest heaved deeply as his words echoed through the room.

“Then what fucking happened?! Because I recall clear as day what I found out from multiple people except you!”

The text came through while you were sitting in class. It was from an unknown number but you didn’t pay attention to that when you saw the picture of Tyler and a blonde girl in his lap. It took everything for you not to burst into tears in the middle of the classroom. You’d had a gut feeling that things were off between the two of you but he always assured you that nothings changed and he can’t wait to get home to you.

You laid in your dorm room bed with your face buried in the pillows, crying until there were no tears left. Tyler didn’t answer when you called thirty two times and all you could think was that it was because he was with that girl.

Your heart physically ached, feeling like it was being squeezed by stone hands. Everything hurt but not nearly as much as the way his words kept echoing through your mind. All the I love you’s and I’ll never leave you’s, the lies. That’s all they were.

You got one single text from him at one in the morning and all he said was hey. He didn’t bother to answer when you immediately called and you knew he always had that phone on him. He was avoiding you. So you sent the picture and told him to explain it.

You double and triple texted for two days with no reply and for the first time ever you came to realize that it was over between you two. There was no more Tyler and Y/N and there was no closure either. You were in so much pain you could hardly stand to get out of bed but you needed that degree, and you had no choice but to force yourself to get it despite how much you’d rather stay curled under the bedsheets, crying until your eyes ran dry.

You got back to the dorms and drug your feet to your room. When you opened it, Tyler was sitting on the edge of your bed. He lifted his head and his reddened eyes met yours. Immediately you let the tears spill over and he rushed up to you, cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up to look at him.

He stared you straight in the eyes and said, “I’m so sorry. Im so sorry and I’ll never do it again. Please forgive me, babygirl. I know I don’t deserve it but I love you so much and I can’t lose you.”

You held onto every word. You believed him. You unfortunately always did.

“You’re nothing but a liar. You always were.” You shake your head as you feel disgust lurk inside of you. “You still can’t look me in the eyes and admit everything you’ve done. You still can’t own up to shit like a pussy little bitch!”

He scoffed and shook his head, looking away from you.

“It’s funny to you?! Really?!” You glared.

“Kinda, yeah.” He looks back at you and nods. “It’s funny cause you really don’t know shit.” He chuckled mockingly. “But you think you have it all figured out in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I’ve figured a lot more out than you think, Tyler. I just stopped begging you for the truth since it’s clear you’re too much of a fucking bitch to give it to me!”

A smirk played on his face and he dropped his head.

“You’ve figured out more than I think, huh?” He muttered beneath his breath. “So I guess you know about how your best friend tried to fuck me too?” He lifts his head and catches your reaction. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He chuckles again before he slips past you.

“You’re lying.” You cross your arms defensively.

“Yeah? Am I?” He smirked as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll show you the messages right now. She was tryna get me to come to her house when I went back home for the weekend and you were still away at school. If I supposedly fuck everybody, then why would I cuss this bitch out for trying to fuck her bestfriends boyfriend?”

You felt a new set of tears stinging your eyes and he noticed the way you were trying to hold them back. He shrugged. “I told you from the jump that girl wasn’t your friend. But you don’t trust me, so.”

You dropped your head, feeling a million weights bearing down on you. Your mind was in shambles as you stood in the middle of the room, feeling like you were permanently placed there, unable to move a muscle.

Tyler held his eyes on you and the lack of reaction. He expected more than that, but you had nothing at all to say and that wasn’t usual of you.

He was starting to get annoyed by all of the dramatics. All the fighting and the crying, especially. He yawned and outstretched his arms, rolling his head before he stepped closer to you. “Are we done fighting now?” His voice was suddenly no more than a soft whisper. “Cause I just wanna go to bed with you.”

You picked your head up and all he saw was pure devastation in your bloodshot eyes. You were weak and spineless. He’d effectively destroyed every inch of you from the inside out, even though he never intended to. Not from the beginning.

He almost didn’t recognize the shattered girl staring back at him. Those low, dead eyes were nothing like the bright and joyous, round and wide eyes that used to fill with adoration every time you looked at him. You never used to cry. You never used to yell. You never used to even be able to imagine the two of you fighting this bad.

Back when things were way too good to be true. And you wish you’d known that then.

“I’m so proud of you.” You grin from ear to ear as you lean your head on his shoulder. “You are by far the best FTW champion there will ever be.”

He placed a kiss to the top of your head as the two of you sat together on the couch, rewatching him winning the title earlier that night.

“I’m just glad you could be here.” He gave your thigh a squeeze. “It wouldn’t have been as special if i didn’t have you standing front row, supporting me.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, Tyler.” You look up at his relaxed face, and the gentle smile on it just as he looks down at you. His smile widens when he looks into your eyes. One of his favorite features. Didn’t matter how long you were together, he was always going to find himself lost within them.

“I love you.” He whispered before he placed a lingering kiss to those lips. “So much” he hummed against them.

He remembers that night for far more reasons that just winning the title. He remembers the pure excitement on your face the second his music hit and his eyes catching yours immediately in the swarm of faces around you. He remembers not even waiting for the show to be over before he told you to meet him back stage and sending one of the security guards to get you because all he wanted was to see you. All he wanted was to hug you and celebrate with you.

He had to push that memory out of his mind or else. He doesn’t like to live in the past.

You shook your head at him. “No. I’m not going to bed with you. I’m not doing that anymore.” You told him, taking a step back. “I can’t keep letting you do this to me, Tyler.”

He dropped his head back and sighed deeply, running his hand down his face before he found your eyes again.

“I can see how much you don’t care. I already know you never did.”

That’s when you heard another scoff and he looked away from you again, shaking his head. “Never did. Right.” He muttered only barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Yeah. I am right.” You shrugged your shoulders weakly. “I just wish I would’ve realized that you were never going to love me way before I fell in love with you.”

“Can you just fucking stop!” He suddenly shouts, eyes bursting with fire yet darkening by the passing second. “All this fucking talk about how I never loved you, never cared about you, it’s fucking bullshit and you know it! I made mistakes but that doesn’t mean I never fucking loved you, Y/N!”

You shook your head slightly. “If you did you never would’ve even thought about fucking anyone else but me, Tyler. It never would’ve been something that crossed through your mind and I know that because nothing like that ever crossed through mine and I loved you with every fucking thing in me!”

“People fucking make mistakes! I mean fuck what do you want from me? I’m not perfect but I fucking tried for the longest time and it was never good enough for you! You just wouldn’t trust me after that one incident and that pushed me further and further away from you! I can’t help it if I can’t sit here and be questioned all the fucking time like I’m under interrogation by you! I can’t help it if I don’t want to be haunted by the past forever!”

“Shut the fuck up Tyler.” You muttered, silencing him. “If it was one time that would be different, but you and I both know it was way more than that.”

“You did it again.” You whispered. By this point the tears had dried and the screaming match had simmered into an exhausted, dying conversation.

“She reminded me of you.” His eyes stayed on you, wishing you’d spare him a single glance but you couldn’t manage to look into those dark eyes that you loved way too much.

“You did it again.” You repeated, “after you promised me you’d never-“

“I missed you so much, y/n. So much it was painful for me to even breathe.”

“I missed you and I didn’t fuck anyone else, Tyler.” You finally raised your eyes and he caught the heartbreak shadowing them. “I just- I don’t understand. I don’t get why you-“

“Fuck y/n I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did it I just- she was there and she looked like you and she, fuck she even sounded like you and I was so drunk I somehow convinced myself that she was you.”

“But she wasn’t me.” You whispered weakly.

“No, she wasn’t. And I regret it more than any fucking thing. I swear to God I want to go back to that night and change everything, but I can’t baby. I can’t do that. All I can do is show you how sorry I am.”

He was breaking you down and you could feel it. Your heart always wanted him even though he was the worst thing for it.

He reached over and cupped your cheek with his warm hand. Your eyes falling to the floor when he held his gaze on you.

“Look at me, baby. Please.” His voice was pleading, cracking at the end. Your eyes met his and that was your biggest mistake.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry and I know you don’t believe that but I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you, and need you if you’ll give me that chance.”

You leaned into his palm, like you always would and caught the flash of relief washing over his face.

That all resulted in slow, sweet and passionate love making until the sun peeked through his curtains.

“I love you so much” he heavily whispered as he hovered over you, his hips rocking into you as a slow and steady pace. He placed warm kisses to from your forehead to your cheeks to your lips as he rolled his hips, driving so deep inside of you that your head was spinning.

“You’re so perfect for me” he breathed out as he cradled your face with his calloused yet gentle hands. “Everything about you, you’re an angel on this earth”

Your hands roamed down his back, nails digging into the same places that another woman’s hands had been. You wanted to feel him in that moment but you only imagined him saying these same things to her. Only imagined her nails clawing his skin. His lips against her cheeks. Her moans echoing through the air. And he didn’t even know that was all that was running through your mind as he intently studied your face, your response to his praises, your reactions to his body slickly gliding against yours.

When he went to sleep, you buried your face in the pillows and let your muffled sobs drench the fabric. But Tyler never knew that.

“I told you a long time ago that your constant questioning was doing nothing but pushing me away.” He tells you. “And you kept on, and kept on until I finally just snapped and said fuck it. If she doesn’t trust me then why should I keep trying?”

“Keep trying? When did you even start trying?” You countered. “You always had lingering eyes everywhere we went. You never even held my hand when other women you work with were around us. You never wanted anyone to think you were taken because you wanted to keep your options open, and still wouldn’t let me go. You should’ve left me alone the first time we broke up, but you couldn’t do that, could you Tyler? Because you needed your solid ground when the other bitches didn’t work out.”

“I couldn’t let you go because I fucking loved you!” He took a large step foward, closing the space between you. “When you left me I was fucking devastated! I tried to move on and everything reminded me of you!”

You rolled your eyes, a scoff of your own passing through your lips. “Yeah, like the other two sluts you ended up fucking? Or was it the stripper shaking her ass in your face?”

His teeth clamped together behind his lips, his jaw throbbing.

“You had a funny way of showing you were devastated.”

“None of them meant shit to me! You did!” His eyes widened. “Do you know how many times I cried to my dad about you?! Do you know how long I waited for you to return a single text?! I was so fucking depressed Y/N I had to take a month off of work!”

He was doing it again. That affect he always had on you. Almost like it was a spell he had casted over you long ago, but you couldn’t let him do it this time. You couldn’t take anymore of this and he was beginning to realize it. That was probably the only reason he was fighting back this time.

“Yeah, I hung out with a few girls because I couldn’t stand being alone with my own thoughts anymore, but every night when I got back home to that empty fucking bed and your goddamned pillow still sitting next to mine, I broke down and begged God to give you back to me!”

You felt your heart being squeezed with a vice grip. His eyes welled up with tears but he quickly dropped his head the second you caught it.

“And I came back to you” you remind him, “and you betrayed me again.”

You watched his shoulders slouch, as if there were weights bearing down on them.

“You continued to lie to me about where you were. You continued deleting texts. You were still liking half naked girl’s pictures on instagram. Still entertaining bitches when you should’ve been only focused on me!”

He lifted his head but remained silent.

“I gave you so many chances and every single time, you showed me why I never should’ve said yes to you years ago when you said you wanted to be more than just my best friend.”

You saw the flash of pain in his eyes and you wished you really meant those words, but he believed you did.

“I can’t believe this is what we’re doing on senior ditch day” you chuckle as you plop a chip in your mouth, eyeing the movie on tv. “Everyone else is at the beach and we’re sitting at home watching a cheesy ass movie.”

“I told you we can go to the beach but you said you wanted to chill at my house instead” he points out as he reaches into the bag of chips sitting between you.

“Yeah, I know. I’m in an introverted mood today.” You shrug.

“Me too.” He says before he leans up and grabs his phone off the coffee table. “But I’m also hungry. This pizza needs to hurry up and get here.”

“What kind did you order?” You asked. “Please don’t say cheese only.”

A smirk spread across his lips but he shook his head. “Not this time. I know you can’t stand a naked pizza. I got pepperoni and meat lovers supreme”

“Thank God.” You chuckled. Just then the doorbell rings and he was quick to get up off that couch. You stayed there and waited for him to get back.

His phone buzzed next to you and you peeked down at the bubble across the screen, brows knitting in confusion when you read a text from his friend that said, “Just ask her out or shut up about it.”

He came back seconds later with two boxes in his hand and a grin plastered on his face as he brought the pizza into the living room and set it down on the coffee table.

“Who are you asking out?” You asked, pushing his phone closer to him. His eyes widened when he looked at you, his cheeks dusting over with a rosy hue.

“Uh- I- I don’t know.” He shrugs. “It’s nobody, really.”

“You didn’t tell me you liked anybody?” You pressed on, placing the chips down on the table and turning to face him fully. “Who is she? Do I know her?”

He grabbed his phone and slid it in his pocket before he shook his head. “No, not really.”

“Well what’s her name?” You asked. “Do you have a picture of her? What does he look like? You never have crushes on people I’m so intrigued right now-“

“It’s you, Y/N.” He confessed, his eyes trained on the floor.

You felt your heart suddenly flutter in your chest, skipping a beat, even.

“Me?” You asked, dumbfounded.

He only nodded, pulling his lips underneath his teeth as he tapped his fingers over his knee.

You were speechless and he was way too flustered to speak himself. You sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes before he finally broke through it.

“If you want me to take you home now, I understand.”

But you shook your head. “No.” You whispered, watching as his head turned to face you and a look of pure astonishment played on his face. “I wanna hang out here with you.” You tell him, reaching over and grabbing his hand. “And yes” you nod. “The answer is yes.”

How it was so simple back then. Two teenagers who fell in love so hard and so fast, thinking they had the world in the palm of their hands.

Life hit fast after he left for AEW and that was always your biggest fear. You held onto him with claws latched but it was never enough to keep him. He was only there when he wanted to be.

You stared back at the man before you. The man who was once, your best friend. Someone you confided in with all your petty high school drama and the crushes you had that never gave you the time of day.

The man who quickly became your first real love the summer after senior year. Many hot nights spent under the stars, laying on a blanket and talking about the future you really thought you would have together.

The man who turned into a quick rising star when he left school to peruse his dream. You were his biggest fan through it all. The pride you felt when he made a name for himself in the company and worked his ass off day in and day out to only make himself better.

All the times that you came to visit while he was on the road and you’d spend hours upon hours making up for lost time behind closed doors. Even got a noise complaint in Chicago.

Somehow that was the same man who manipulated you time and time again. The same man who lied to you constantly. Who took advantage of your forgiveness too many times to count. Who couldn’t be loyal when you weren’t around.

He still had those eyes you fell in love with even before you ever realized you did. He had that youthful face that made him appear so warm and so sweet but that just wasn’t who he was anymore. He wasn’t the same man you fell in love with and you weren’t the same girl either.

As much as you tried to prevent this, you knew you couldn’t anymore. As much as you wished you could bring that former version of him back, he just wasn’t in there anymore.

“Tyler” you inhaled a shaky breath, and he could tell this time, it was different. You weren’t going to get under the sheets with him and he wasn’t going to wake up next to you in the morning.

“You’re leaving me.” He muttered, dropping his head. “I know.”

You watched as he collapsed down on the couch and ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the roots.

Suddenly he was seeing everything that you were, unwillingly, that is.

All the moments that made up such a long, chaotic and passionately painful relationship the two of you built together before he started to tear it apart piece by piece.

All the times he held you in his arms and listened to you tell him all about school and your friends there that are big fans of his. All the times he watched you break down in front of him, much like tonight, and he just stood there emotionlessly and waited for it to all be over because he knew you’d just come to bed with him after the fact and he knew how to make you feel better when you got underneath the bedsheets. All the lies he’s told that you still didn’t fully know and how you didn’t need to, because all it would do is keep you from restoring yourself.

He felt the ache of his heart and the impending emptiness that was soon to replace it when you walk out that door. He knew this was only the beginning of an end he caused himself, and he only just started to realize that when it was way too late.

You had to look away before the tears started streaming down your face again. You looked around the hotel room and took in the scent of his cologne lingering in the air that was unfortunately embedded in your senses now. It would probably haunt you forever.

Your eyes fell on the promise ring wrapped around your finger, one you’d worn since he gave it to you right before he left for AEW, and worn through every trial and tribulation that he drug you through.

The hardest part about looking at that ring was knowing the promises behind it were empty, broken and never true. You twirled it around your finger before you slid it off and it had been on for so long there was a permanent indentation where it should always be. Another thing that’s going to haunt you.

You turned around and saw him watching you, his eyes falling to that ring laying in your palm. His shoulders slouched as if he realized in that moment that this was real, you were already gone and he just gave up on trying to keep you there.

You extended your hand, gesturing for him to take back the ring but he shook his head lightly, looking up at you with tired, low eyes filled with pure pain.

“Don’t give it back. Please. Just keep it as a reminder that what we had was real.”

But you shook your head as you set the ring down on the armrest of the couch and mustered enough strength to say, “I don’t need any more reminders.”

His mouth clamped shut and he simply watched as you took a step back, slipping on your shoes that were sitting next to the couch before you crossed your arms over your chest, attempting to internally comfort yourself but you knew it wasn’t of any use.

The ending was just on the tip of your tongue and as much as he wanted to stop you from saying it, he knew he had no right to do it. He knew he was the reason why you were no longer the girl you should’ve always been and he knew that he was nothing but poison in your veins.

You took one last look at him, taking in the image of this man you were going to spend the rest of your life thinking about no matter what. He was going to be the story you told your future daughter when she has her first heartbreak. He was going to be the one that you would always wonder about no matter where your life takes you.

He dropped his head in his hands the second you spoke.

“I wish it never would’ve ended this way.” You whisper, knowing if you tried to speak any louder your voice would betray you. “I wish it never would’ve ended at all.”

He inhaled deeply and held that breath in an attempt to hold everything in.

“But I think we both knew it was coming. Goodbye Tyler.” You bid him the final goodbye and couldn’t bear to spare one more look at him before you walked out the door.

He sat there with his face buried in his hands, feeling the atmosphere of the room shift the second that door closed behind you. Emptiness quickly set in, the one thing he’s never done well with. The loneliness he always tried to avoid. The racing thoughts crashing through his mind that consisted of nothing except for you.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, seeing a text floating on the screen from a random girl he met a couple nights prior, and he chucked it against the wall, watching as it fell to the floor with a now shattered screen.

He glanced to the right where that ring sat. The engraving on the inside of the band staring back at him. The word forever etched into the solid gold now serving as a cold reminder that forever was shattered, much like all of his promises he ever made you.

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