A/n: Um so anyways TYSM for the requests it helped my little "writers block" and so yeah...anyways I find it very homophobic that none of you have attempted to become my internet bsf, like we could literally be texting Rn on Insta but you choose not to message me 🙄 um anyways I feel like writing gif imagines so prepare for more of those I guess
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All it took were three words to make you a trembling mess, as you anxiously ran a hand through your hair.
You couldn't help but pass glances at the small sheet of paper that was disregarded on the floor as you paced around.
You were scared, because it felt impossible. It couldn't be happening again, you couldn't be going through that same nightmare again.
In a moment of distress you dialed a number that you hadn't even thought about in a long time.
Hearing the familiar ring you couldn't help but think that maybe calling her was a bad idea.
Those thoughts were interrupted though as you heard a women's voice on the other line. "Hello?" Your mouth opened and closed, not sure what to say. It had been so long since you heard her voice, it all felt nostalgic. "Hello?" The voice repeats.
Snapping out of your thoughts you once again glance towards the paper that laid flat against the floor. "Ziggy" you all but whisper. Surprisingly she had heard you though as she spoke up "who is this?" You could hear the suspicion in her tone but decided to ignore it.
"It's me...Y/n" you speak, trying to relax as it felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. "Y/n?" She sounded as if she was in disbelief, and although you were happy to talk to her again you couldn't ignore the topic at hand.
"It's happening again" you mumble, leaning against the wall, playing around with the cord of the phone. "I know" she responded in defeat, and you completely understood why. She lost her sister that day, she lost the guy that she thought she could trust. The headlines that had appeared the next day, news reporters talking about a boy who "just went crazy".
You could never forgive Nick for that, and you hoped that maybe Nick was suffering inside knowing that he could have told the truth. "I can't- I don't wanna do this....not again" you nodded in agreement before realizing that she couldn't see you. "I know" you ran a distressed hand through your now messy hair. You both were engulfed in a heavy silence "But we have to do something right?" Hearing no response you continue "can I see you?" You asked hesitantly.
Though you and Ziggy hadn't talked in a while you both stayed very close. Ziggy was maybe about 3 minutes away from you, it seemed so close yet so far at the same time. When you both were in camp you promised that you would take her somewhere, so she wouldn't have to worry about her home problems. You promised that you'd buy her a house, and that you too would live together.
But now you had to live with your broken promises because none of that ever happened.
