you stood with tears in your dull eyes as you watched cook fighting with your brother. the punches had been thrown slowly at first but everything sped up quickly and your cries and yells had not stopped them from attacking each other viciously. it was all your fault. your brother was protective and you had known that as you had fell deeper and deeper in love with cook, you had seen the dislike bubbling between them but not done anything about it.
cook stopped first, something you had never seen him do before. his face was bruised and you just wanted to pull him into your arms. he looked over at you before speaking in a rough voice.
"i'm sorry. i just fucking love y/n."