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Brooks shoved their palms into their eyes, as if that would hold back the fountain of tears. Shaking, Brooks backed into the furthest wall, away from him. Away from Lark.
“You promised.” Was all Brooks could mutter out. Clutching onto the jacket that belonged to the man in front of them. “After the hospital. You promised! You fucking promised me you’d stay with me. That you wouldn’t leave me again!” Brooks shouted, curling in on themself. “You promised and I believed you AGAIN! You go and you go and you leave and you leave! And what do I get? Hurt! I get fucking HURT! Again and again and again.”
Brooks barked out a laugh, wiping at the tears that wouldn't stop falling down their face as they reached into their pants pocket. Pulling out the fresh pack of Marlboros and staring at them before throwing them at Lark. “You know, I’m all out of hurt. You’ve used it all up, Lark.” They laughed dryly, shaking their head as Lark stood there. “No note, no text. Nothing. I wake up in the middle of the night and you're not there! I think to myself ‘Well that's strange! He said he would come to bed soon, and it's nearly 1 am!’ so I run around that shitty fucking apartment. Looking for shitty ol’ you. And what do I find? Hm?”
Brooks' smile stretched thin, in sarcastic waiting for Lark to speak. “No-”
“That's right! Nothing! I find nothing. No sign of you, just a pack of shitty fucking cigarettes I’ve been smoking every day since you’ve been gone. Drinking that shitty beer you and Mav always liked, because what else am I meant to do?” Brooks starts crying again, not pausing before shouting again.
“And you know what! I can’t believe that after all of this? After all you put me through?” Brooks grabs their hair, it just barely reaches their shoulders again. “I can’t believe that after all of this I still can’t find it in myself to be mad at you!” Brooks shakes their head, mostly at themself as they run a hand through their hair. “I can’t believe that after all of this I still want you to kiss me! I want you to grab me right now and just!!” Brooks let out a frustrated sound, tugging again, harder at their hair like it was attacking them.
“I’m sorry.” Was all Lark could say. Brooks looked at him bewildered, blinking twice before laughing harder.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry he says!” Brooks looked around where they stood, shaking their head before putting their face in their hands and screaming. “I’m starting to think nobody wants me! Because even I don't want me anymore!” Brooks shouted, falling towards the ground as their knees finally buckled. Lark took a step forward, reaching a hand out before drawing it closer to himself.
Brooks hugged themself, placing their head between their knees as they shook, sobs racking their whole body.
“Go away.”