Part 2

Context: You were with him for nearly eight years. He wore his feelings on his sleeve while you tended to be more guarded, garnering something of an 'Ice Queen' nickname. It all came to a head when his lifestyle got too dangerous, and you broke up. You wish you could get through to him that you do care... you just don't want to watch his own lifestyle kill him. He can't see it but... it might not matter anymore, regardless.

Setting: Home

Tags:[M4A] Ice Queen [Tsundere Ex-Boyfriend Speaker][Kuudere Ex-Partner Listener][Break-up][Argument][Angry][Bitter][Hurt][Confession][Saving Him][Sacrifice][Crying/Regret][L-Bombs][CW: Implied Death/Drive-By Shooting/Angst]

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[Scene opens at your apartment]

[SFX: A few angry knocks and a door opening]

[You open the door to greet your especially surly ex]

“...Hey.”

[Pause]

[He heaves a sigh]

“Yeah, I brought the truck this time… How was I meant to know you wouldn’t want the bed, it’s not like you told me until I showed up here to do the ex-boyfriend walk of shame… What, the bed we shared for eight years a bit much to keep around?”

[Pause.]

“I am not being hostile! Fuck’s sake… Just move aside, let me get my shit, and I’ll get out of your life. Per your request, O’ mighty Ice Queen.”

[Pause??]

“Yeah, that is, in fact, the nickname the boys gave you. They say ‘hi’, by the way. Mostly with their middle fingers.”

[You shake your head and let him into the apartment you two used to share]

[Pause]

“Hey, just cause they’re rough doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself, sweetheart. I don’t know why you snagged yourself a mean thug of a boyfriend and then act surprised when he comes home with some bruises, from time to time.”

[SFX: Him throwing stuff into boxes/generally being moody AF]

[...]

[He rolls his eyes]

“Oh, suuuuure. Sure you cared. The partner that hardly ever opened up, never even cried once, totally cared about their overemotional boyfriend. I’m sorry!”

[He pretends to pinch two ends of a single thread just to add extra flourish to:]

“EX-boyfriend!”

[...]

[He shakes his head and goes back to packing]

“Yeah, you’re right. I wouldn’t believe you even if you said otherwise right now, so don’t waste either of our time… Closest you ever came to showing actual care was your little meltdowns when I’d come home with a busted lip or a cut or something…”

[Pause!]

“OH, do not act like you got scared I was gonna fucking die and that’s why you had your little panic attacks! I got into scraps once in a while, it’s not like I’m running fades with a damned mobster or anything!”

[Pause]

“...I know you got that dream a lot… Where I get shot and die in your arms. And I know you don’t want to watch me die in your arms, no matter how much you hate my guts now…”

[...]

[For a moment, just a moment, he softens up a little]

“...I know you don’t hate me. I don’t hate you either… We were together for eight years, Christ, that doesn’t just go away…”

[...]

“...Look, I just want to get my shit and leave. Being here… hurts.”

[Pause.]

[He scoffs]

“You ain’t sorry… Don’t pretend like you care now.”

[Pause!]

[He glares into your eyes. You can see he’s trying to stay cold, but he’s practically shaking]

“You know… Maybe I should take a page out of your book, huh?”

[SFX: A step forward]

[He takes a step forward, still towering over you. You don’t move]

“Maybe I should be like the Ice Lord here, and tell *you* that you never meant anything at all to me. Would that get a reaction?”

[Pause.]

[SFX: A car speeding (distant)]

“No? And why not? You don’t *care* that your ex-boyfriend is saying he never loved you?”

[Pause.]

“You know I don’t mean it?!”

[He scoffs, arms up in the air for the world to see]

“And how the fuck do you know that?!”

[...]

[SFX: The car speeding closer]

[Dread erupts in your stomach, like an icy claw dragging you to drown]

[Pause…]

“What? What about the speeding car? We’re having a fight, godamnit, can you focus???”

[No, you can’t, because you know what’s about to happen. You’ve seen it a million times before waking up next to the grumpy mountain you used to call your partner]

[Pause!]

“Duck? What do you mean du-??”

[SFX: The Speaker getting shoved out of the way]

[Pause!!]

“HEY!”

[Just barely. The window is down and you see a gun glinting in a gloved hand, pointed your way]

[...]

“Why did you shove me?! Wait… Wait, baby, move, he’s got a gun-!”

[SFX: Gunshots / general chaos]

[You hear the gun go off. You see your body ricochet back into his as they strike you. You hear people screaming, the car speeding away. You can even taste blood… ]

“Baby!!”

[SFX: The Listener slumping into the Speaker’s arms]

“Hey! Hey, no, c’mon, not… not like-! Rrgh, FUCK! Sweetie?! Sweetie, honey, can you hear me?!?!”

[...]

“N-No, you… Y-You’re OK. Danny’s here, alright…? A-Alright, sweetheart? You just hang on, I’m gonna call an ambulance, alright?!”

[SFX: The call shakily being made]

“H-Hello?! Please, my… my partner got hit in a drive-by a-and they’re bleeding real bad! We’re at 1723 Orchard Way, Apartment A-11!”

[Pause]

[Damn, this hurts a lot more than you hoped it would]

[...?]

“Huh?! No, baby, I’m fine! I… Godamnit, why did you do that?! Why did you take those shots for me, they were meant for me!”

[...]

[His voice breaks. Small. Desperate]

“Please don’t…. I know you gave me the world already, but please…. They’re gonna patch you up, good as new, and you will *never* have to worry about this happening again, OK?”

[...]

“...Baby?”

[...]

“...O-Operator, they’re not responding as good! T-They can’t seem to form words a-and their breathing is getting real off!”

[Pause.]

“Please, for the love of god! I don’t know any of those fancy medical terms, my sweetheart is dying in my arms, PLEASE! PLEASE help me save them, I’ll do anything!!”

[SFX: Distant ambulance sirens]

[Pause]

“I’m holding pressure on the wound, but I don’t know how many times they got shot! Hey… Hey! Baby, no, no no no, c’mon, keep your eyes open… Pretend like we’re watching bad scary movies together again! ‘First person to fall asleep has to do the dishes’, eh? Remember? Always had to fucking do ‘em but that’s fine! I’ll do ‘em every day, so long as you keep awake!”

[...]

[He cries quietly against you. His white shirt has almost turned completely red]

“Sweetie, please… Please, I can’t… I can’t do this without you… D-Don’t you remember? It was our fifth anniversary. I rolled over to kiss you good morning, and the sun was hitting you just right and I whispered, ‘Jesus Christ’ and just… admired you. Even if it ain’t me, you gotta let someone else see you like that otherwise… otherwise, what was the fucking point of you wasting all that time on me?! This is when you find Mr. Right, just like in all the movies, right?! But you gotta be alive and not bleeding when his pretty, stupid face shows up…”

[...]

[He lets out a weak sob]

“...Don’t say that… Please, I… I love you, too, but you gotta save your strength, baby! Hear the sirens? Huh? Gonna be here soon!”

[SFX: Approaching ambulance sirens]

“Oh god…”

[...]

“Baby, y-you’re crying-!”

[Everything growing muffled and distant]

“DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME-!”

[Going…]

[SFX: Loud yet still muffled sirens]

“Baby, no, PLEASE!”

[Going…]

“I know you love me! I know! I love you, too, just, please-!”

[...]

[His voice grows quieter]

“Please, god, help! Help, over here!!! They got shot! They took shots for me a-and they’re bleeding so much, please please please don’t let ‘em die, please! I’ll do anything! I’ll sell my fucking soul if I have to, just please-!”

[Quieter…]

[The paramedics are talking to him but you can’t understand them]

“No, I-I’m… I’m their ex-boyfriend…”

[He seems to break down at that, all over]

“...Baby, don’t… Not like this… I-I… I need you…”

[Gone]

[To be continued]

Note: Oops, all angst :/