Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

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Brian's POV

The haunting bleeps of the life support machine rang into my ears, bringing back that fateful night between myself and [Y/N] that for I regret whole-heartedly. My hand clasped hers firmly, as I ran my thumb up and down along the back of her hand, her skin feeling as gentle as it always did against my fingertips.

Looking over her gaunt face, my heart broke at the sight of the woman that I loved with every part of my being. We had been on and off for years, fight after fight, argument after argument, and yet, there was some connection that held us together.

We weren't fighting out of maliciousness, but out of desperation to hold onto one another. I couldn't imagine ever being with someone other than [Y/N]; she was the only person I could ever see a future with – and I only hoped that she reciprocated the emotions that I held for her.

Now, looking over her lifeless body, the only sound reassuring me that there was still hope of her pulling through was the beeping of the machine to the side of her bed. I felt guilty, as though it was my fault that she was in this mess. My friends kept having to remind me that [Y/N] was suffering with her condition in silence, and that I was not to have known, regardless of my own feelings towards the matter. But surely, she didn't feel that I cared enough to be told? In truth, I cared so much about the girl laid before me, that I'd have done anything to save her...to save us.

Let me take you back to the night that I was referring to...the flashbacks disturbing any hope that I had left; guilt, regret and remorse writhing through every vein of my body.

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"I swear to god, [Y/N]," I cursed, throwing my jacket onto the bed.

"What, Brian?" She fumed. "What are you going to do?"

"How many times do I have to say it?" I scowled. "I don't want anyone else...I want you!"

"You have a funny way of showing it, asshole." She frowned, as a single tear stung its way down her cheek.

"Look," I sighed, trying to calm things down between us. This wasn't our first argument of the day, if anything, this was some sort of record for us. "Maybe I should just go and give you time to calm down."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" [Y/N] raged, throwing her arms about frustratedly. "I have every right to be mad at you right now!"

"Nothing even happened!"

"How come I saw you two kissing then?" She questioned, her words coated over in a tremble, making me stumble into a pitiful silence.

I sighed heavily, not able to look the girl in the eyes, because I knew that if I did, my heart would shatter into a million tiny pieces. I could just picture the hurt and anguish held within the [E/C] orbs watching over me.

Taking a seat on the end of the bed, I placed my head in my hands, trying to think of a response that wouldn't hurt her anymore than it had to. She was growing impatient, waiting for me to answer her; the more time I took to reply, the guiltier I came across. "Well, Brian?"

"She...she was the one to initiate the kiss." I answered honestly. "I tried to push her from me, but she was stronger than she looked."

Meeting my gaze with hers, I soaked in the melancholy, the sorrow etched across her sweet face. No one deserved to feel so mournful, especially [Y/N]. She had given up everything for me...for us, and here I was doing something that I had promised her I would never do – to hurt her. "I promise you, I did not kiss her back."