3rd person POV
"No. I'm not doing this shit with you anymore Styles. You're never going to change. I was stupid for ever thinking you would be different. Gah! You're so selfish," Sheyla shouted. Maybe shouted was an understatement. Half of California probably heard their fight. It wouldn't be the first time, DEFINITELY won't be the last. Or will it?
"You drive me absolutely fucking insane. THIS," she flailed her arms wildly around her, motioning to everything and nothing at the same time. "This childish, arrogant, I don't need anyone bullshit you pull on a constant basis is why you will ALWAYS be alone. I don't even feel bad for you anymore. I honestly can't believe I let Chase talk me into coming back. I'm so tired of covering for you. You don't even make it worth it."
Four years of their back and forth screaming matches. His drug and alcohol abuse. Her saying she gave up, everyone but her seeming to know she was never going to give up. Not for long anyway.
No one could figure out why. Why she couldn't stay away. Why she seemed to be so controlled by his every word or action.
She played damage control. She did her job well. Until things got...complicated.
"Shey don't do this. Don't leave again. You know we need you," he just stares at her for a moment. Looking like a young child, so innocent and broken. "I need you." He barely breathed out. Like it wasn't supposed to even be more than a quick thought.
She still heard it. It wouldn't have been a surprise if the whole team had heard her heart rip itself out of her chest and just lay at his feet.
No matter how much it sucked for her to see him like this...she told herself she wasn't going to fall into that pitch black hole again. No matter what she did, she couldn't help but be pulled back into the downward spiral every time he said her name like that.
But that was who he was. A broken mess she tried so hard to fix. She gave more and more of herself every time. Little did she know, she was taking a piece of him with her when she left.
He was too proud to admit it, but he hated to see her go. Even if it was his fault. He pushed and pushed, but that's all he knew how to do. He couldn't let anyone in. Not even her. Not again.
"I'm sorry, Sunflower."
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Medicine
Fanfiction"Here to take my medicine, take my medicine." What was his drug of choice? Anything as long as he could drown it down with whiskey. That was....until he saw her.
