Context: Your ex-bestfriend was with you for nearly a decade. Always a bit of a thug, he still had your back anytime you needed it... until he started dating a popular girl in school. He slowly changed, become a vicious bully and bastard to any who crossed him, including you. Especially you, and you eventually moved away. You always wondered what happened to him but, tonight, you may just find out.

Setting: A treehouse

Tags: [M4F][Enemies to ?][Thug Ex-Bestfriend Speaker][Bullied Listener][Hard Angst][Apologies][Desperate][Reverse Comfort][Confession][Cuddles][Crying][CW: Implied Suicidal Ideations/Mentions of Bullying/Drugs/Violence/Hospitalization/Abuse]

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[Scene opens before a large tree hiding a treehouse]

[SFX: Climbing and a soft wind]

[You climb the ladder to your old treehouse and stop dead as you see a familiar face sitting in the treehouse already]

[Pause…?]

[He stares at you, eyes red and surprised]

“W-Willow…? What are you doing up here?”

[Pause]

“I-I… Look, why does it matter why I’m here?! OK, I was in the neighborhood, I saw the old treehouse and came to check it out… Can’t a guy just be sprawled out on the floor of a treehouse?”

[...]

“Yeah, maybe you should leave. It’s probably better for both of us if you just… left again.”

[A wave of old emotions hits you. Apparently the look you give him sets something off]

“Wait! Please… I didn’t come here to start shit, I just… wanted some peace for a bit.”

[Pause]

“You too, huh? Yeah… It’s… You look… You’re here.”

[Pause]

[He almost smiles that rogue smile but it’s a ghost]

“I look like shit, huh? Yeah, I figured that’d be the case… Years haven’t been the best to me but I’ve more than earned it… right?”

[Pause]

[He sighs and rubs his face]

“...No, we broke up awhile ago…”

[Pause?]

“...What do you want me to say, Willow… You were right. You were fucking right when you said that girl just wanted a trophy thug to spend money on her, to look scary, and to cater to her every waking fucking brat need. Does that make anything less painful, hm? That your ex-best friend was such a piece of shit that he picked her over you and bullied you relentlessly just to keep her happy?! Do you want me to just jump out of the damned tree and give you at least SOME sense of closure?!”

[...]

[He cracks, turning away and sobbing into his hands]

“I-I’m so sorry! I-I’m so… She pushed me to rock fucking bottom. Alienated every single person that ever cared about me, even my parents! Even my sisters! Even… even you… My parents kicked me out for all of my bullshit… I had nowhere else to go so I just… came here. This was the last place I was ever happy… The last time we hung out here. We used to go exploring and adventuring and we’d pretend this place was a boat on stormy waters or we’d sneak drinks here… I just wanted to see if I could be happy again…even if it were just for a little bit…”

[He breaks and just curls in a ball on the floor, sobbing]

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know you still came here at times, I didn’t know, otherwise I never would have… I know you never wanted to see me again. Believe me, I know. I got the message from you blocking me over and over, any time I tried to reach out. I’m… I’m sorry…”

[SFX: Wood creaking]

“N-No, don’t sit by me! If you’re going to hit me or yell at me, just do it, you don’t need to be close to me!”

[He tenses as you rest a hand on his shoulder]

“Please, just-!”

[Pause]

“W-What…? No, I… I wasn’t abused… No, she wouldn’t abuse me, she’d just…”

[Pause]

“Yeah, she isolated me from my friends, but…”

[Pause]

“Well, she hit me sometimes, but I’m a big guy and it’s not like….”

[...]

“...Fuck.”

[Tears spill down his cheeks as you keep your hand on his shoulder. His voice is absolutely pathetic as he manages:]

“...I missed you so much, Willow. Of all the people, y-you were the one I expected to hate me completely. I was awful to you, all because some manipulative bitch was so jealous of you that she couldn’t even see straight…”

[Pause?]

“Ohhh yeah. Mandy loathed you. She knew we were best friends and would go off on one of those “Girls and boys can’t just be friends, wee wahh, wee wahh”. Never made sense to me until midway through our relationship.”

[Pause?]

“Why then…?”

[He lets out a deep sigh, sniffling and sobbing]

“...Because I realized then that I was in love with you, after you’d moved away. After I realized that all that pain I caused you was irreversible, it… it fucking killed me. I had to go to the hospital because I thought it’d be a fantastic idea to mix too much aspirin with beer, and then my parents thought I was… you know… and I guess I kind of was. Didn’t have a plan or anything but if a car ran me down, I doubt I would’ve cared.”

[...]

[He sniffles and rolls over to face you, clutching at the corner of your jacket as he cries]

“...I’m so fucking sorry, Willow… I wish I could take it all back. Losing everyone else was hard but when you hid behind your Dad as you all were packing your things, when he threatened to kick my ass for all I’d done, just knowing I’d probably never see my best friend again… I just wished I didn’t exist. I wish I could just have never existed…”

[Pause]

“W-What…? Hey, why are you… No, please don’t hug me, I don’t want to hope-!”

[You hug him and, again, he breaks, pulling you into a tight embrace]

“Please don’t leave! P-Please don’t leave, don’t don’t don’t, please Willow! Please… At least for a bit? Please? Just let me pretend I didn’t ruin my life for a few minutes…”

[Pause]

[You hold him as he sobs and rub his back]

“Thank you… Oh, it feels so nice to pretend…”

[Pause?]

[He seems to hardly register your question, too focused on clinging to you closely]

“Mmh? I do… I do still love you… I’m sorry, I know that’s probably repulsive. Me fantasizing about how things could’ve been if I’d just…”

[Pause]

[He gives a shaky breath, eyes fluttering closed]

“...This is so nice… I’d forgotten how nice just… being in your arms was. Thank you, Willow. Thank you…”

[Pause]

“I can rest…? OK. I’m so tired…”

[You hold him as he finally cries himself to sleep and wonder something: what the Hell are you meant to do now?]

[To be continued?]

Note: More or no? This series will be angsty AF if it continues.