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mistydeyes · 9 months

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summary: You and Kyle are no longer two small kids running around in the flower garden, you've graduated and he's a Sergeant. Despite being each other's childhood love, you haven't spoken in years. What happens when life forces you back together again?

pairing: Gaz x childhood love! fem!Reader

warnings: swearing, alcoholism, mentions of grief/depression

a/n: this is it, we are at the end! thank you to all who have shown this series love and I hope you enjoy :)

🏷️ @the-faceless-bride @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore @justmare @crunchlite @sofasoap

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After Kyle's offer to spend the holiday, you stopped responding completely. Something about him saddened you. Whenever you picked up your phone to text, you were overcome by an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. When Kyle went back to university, you politely called his mother. "I know this sounds harsh but please tell Kyle not to visit me, it's too hard to see him right now," you spoke shakily. She tried to protest but you pleaded with her to follow your request. "Okay, Y/N, but please you have to see him sometime," and with that, she hung up the phone.

For the next five years, you would never see Kyle again. In the fall of 2015, you received word that he was graduating. Apparently, he had done so at the top of his class. His parents offered you the opportunity to come but you refused. Instead, you sent a bouquet of mountain laurel (ambition), purple cornflower (strength and health), coronilla (success crowns your wishes), and eucalyptus (protection). Weeks later, he texted saying he missed you and with a thank you for the bouquet. As you saw his smiling face with your bouquet in hand, you couldn't help but feel a piercing sense of sadness.

At the end of the school year, you left sixth form and were granted admission to the prestigious University of Oxford. No one thought you could do it but you were revived by the notification of your acceptance that November. You quietly went through the declaration of a major, deciding on Classics and English. Delilah's parents made sure you had the proper financials to attend and offered to manage the shop and home while you were 2 hours away in Oxford. By now, Lila was 20 and able to fully run the shop on her own. You fought with yourself over this decision before Delilah's parents sat you down and told you that you were going. You trusted them and they pushed you to leave, far away from your small town with shattered memories.

The next three years were uneventful, uni was divided into three terms and you would always return to your empty home during holiday. You took solace when you were at home and went about helping Lila with the store. Lila helped you when you needed her most. She kept you updated as you read your book assignments in your flat and collected the mail for you in your absence. As she promised, whenever you arrived home, there would be a pile of mail waiting for you. You would flip through the junk mail until you always found a postcard or letter addressed to you. Sometimes it was from the Garricks, wishing you well and hoping you would visit Manchester sometime. The other half of the time were letters from Kyle. When you were in sixth form, the letters were angry. He was hurt that you pushed him away and begged for you to talk to him. He asked why you stopped calling and told his mother to never visit. Once you transitioned to Uni, there were letters reminiscing over old memories and some updates on how he was doing. One time, you received a letter saying, "I did it, Y/N. I set a record," and you knew this was about his dream of joining the prestigious SAS. This letter sat on top of another card. Upon your graduation, he sent you a congratulations card with it. Inside it read,

"An old buddy of mine had a sibling graduate from Oxford and I saw your name in the program. Congratulations, flower girl! Just know that my family and your mum are so proud of you. Write me back when you get this!"

As you read the card, a part of you wanted to reply. You even went too far as to rummage some old stationery from your mum's room. However, when you went to write something on the page, you couldn't bring yourself to. And so in a vicious cycle, you always told yourself you would write or text back but the letters kept piling up in a drawer. Eventually, 4 years passed and you were home again, a degree and the forgotten pile of letters waiting for you.

In all reality, your Classics and English degree just offered you a distraction. You know we're working full-time to expand your mother's business. Both you and Lila had expanded to primarily online orders and offered shipping overseas. Your mother would be proud to see what a businesswoman you were.

That May you were helping Lila prepare a large order for a baby shower. You threw around baby's breath and wisterias for everlasting love and a welcoming invitation. She fashioned a crown out of the stems and presented it to you. "For my queen of the flowers," she said and you let out a hearty laugh. Lila had become like your older sister these last few years as was the only one who made you laugh like this. "Why thank you, madame," you said and bowed in return. As you began to clean up, you noticed your phone had lit up with a new voicemail. You leaned over and saw it was from Kyle. You could feel your face grow pale at the icon.

"Um Lila, I'll be right back," you said before pushing the backdoor open. You felt the warm afternoon sun on your face as you stared at your phone. You wrestled with the idea of answering it. Based on his last few correspondences, he was pleading for an answer but respected your wishes to not see him until you were ready. You sighed as you clicked the voicemail box.

"You have 1 NEW MESSAGE. Hey, Y/N it's been a while," you could hear him start to say. He sounded older, no longer having the squeaky voice like before. You couldn't imagine what he looked like now. "I know you said to give you time but I just wanted to call, it's been like what? Five years now. Anyways, I don't know what you've been up to or if this is even still your number but I'm back indefinitely. I'll be working in London so just call if you want to meet up. I could even come out to the country for some lemonade. I miss you and," you listened attentively to the last three words. "I love you."

You were a coward. Despite his message, you never responded. Just like the letters, seeing Kyle was too difficult. It was an insurmountable feat. You thought too much time had passed since you last spoke and he was a completely different person now. You drank yourself to sleep as you tried to force all memory of him out of your mind. Kyle deserved the best, better than you and your sad life could ever offer him. He left you another voicemail that you never listened to.

In October, you invited Lila over for some wine and butternut squash soup. You both formed a routine of weekly dinners and drinks. Eventually, you both settled up on the couch to flip the channels. News broke of the attack at Piccadilly later that evening. You both sat discussing plans for the upcoming autumn collection when you were interrupted by an emergency broadcast.

"What the hell?" you said as your eyes began to read the words on the screen. it notified the public of a situation at the Piccadilly Circus in London and your heart sank.

"Oh my god, all those people," Lila said and clasped her hands tightly together. Your ears started to ring as you remembered, Kyle, Kyle is in SAS, Kyle is in the SAS unit in London, KYLE IS IN LONDON. You fumbled for your phone as Lila spoke but you couldn't hear her. I have to make some calls.

You ran into the kitchen, leaving voicemail upon voicemail for him but to no avail. You silently cursed to yourself for never to returning his calls or letters. What if he was there? What if he got caught in the ensuing attack? Your mind flooded with worry as you dialed his mother. When she picked up you shouted, "Is he okay?" "We don't know dear but we'll keep you updated," she said and in the background, you could hear her husband attempting to find their son through emergency services. "I know we haven't spoken in a while," you swallowed, "but if you hear from him, tell him that I love him."

That night you couldn't sleep. You checked your phone constantly in hopes of receiving any good news. Around midnight, your phone buzzed with a text. It was from Kyle's dad, "His captain says he is safe but he's been reassigned, says we won't be hearing from him anytime soon." You sighed in relief but the text was cryptic. As you lay in bed, you wondered where the hell Kyle was going.

Weeks passed as London recovered, you checked the news constantly for updates and talked to Kyle's parents daily. Apparently, it wasn't a surprise to not hear from him for months on end. You felt guilty as you wished you stayed in touch for their sake. In all these years, you forgot that he was their son too and they had both lost their parents.

While they returned to civilian life, you were wracked with guilt as you plucked flowers from the greenhouse. This was your newest addition to the home and it housed flowers that were difficult to harvest in the fall and winter months. As you gently cut delicate periwinkles and daffodils and added them to the basket, you sighed at the blossoming petals. You picked a periwinkle and crushed it in your hand. With your hand sticky with syrup and pollen, you let out a few tears. As they mixed with the sickly blue color of the crushed petals, you silently begged the universe to bring Kyle home. You would trade all of this- all your flowers and the shop, just to have him home safe in his parent's arms.

It was early December and you were managing the shop alone. Lila had gone on holiday with her family and you worked tirelessly to prepare for the upcoming festivities. It was warm in your store as you turned the sign signaling you were closed for the day. You went to the back to prepare some orders for the next day and hummed a carol as you worked. Just as you bunched another wreath together, you could hear the door's bell chime. "Sorry I don't know if you saw the sign, but we're closed," you said, emerging from the back room. When you saw who it was, you almost dropped the pine leaves in your hand.

"Long time no see," he said and you saw him, it was Kyle. It was him, aged five years, looking tall and broader than you remembered him. Stubble adorned his face as his lips curved into a smile. You eyed his bruised knuckles and scarred forearms, taking in every piece of him.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, cautiously. "Do you want the long or the short version?" he replied and took a step towards you. Soon, he was standing in front of you, a hand gently placed on your cheek. He looked at you and you nodded silently agreeing to his actions. You softened to his touch as he placed his other hand on your waist.

"Either," you breathed in the small space you found yourself in. "Well, the short version is that I needed to do two things. The first is to pick up a wreath for my mother, and the second is because I've wasted too much time not doing this." Before you could reply, he leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours. Your eyes widened upon the sensation, tasting hints of hot chocolate on his tongue. He moved his hands to your back and pulled you into him. You quickly found yourself holding his biceps, feeling how strong he had gotten during all this time.

When you parted, you still maintained the embrace. You looked into his eyes, he was searching yours for a response. “I need a second,” you said as you rushed back into the prep room. Tears rolled down your face as your mind was clouded with a mix of emotions. Unlike when you left Kyle with a dying Nana, he followed you. “Y/N, talk to me,” he begged as you collapsed against a refrigerator holding cut flowers. “Why did you come here, Kyle?” you asked through tears, he joined you and held your hand as he explained. “I told you already,” he said softly but you wouldn’t accept that answer. “Why did you really come here?” you pleaded.

“I came here because I’ve loved you ever since I was a kid. I knew I loved you when you shoved your bouquet in my hands and explained to me every single one. I loved you when you caught me with your sticky hands and stuck marigolds in my hair. I tried to tell you when it was your birthday and I made that cake for you. I even dated someone who reminded me of you because I thought you only saw me as a friend. I spent the last 5 years trying to move on but whenever I fell asleep I would always dream of you smiling at me from a garden we planted together,” he said and your tears continued to fall as he described all the moments he was hopelessly falling for you. You couldn’t fathom how blind you both had been for all those years. Silence filled the air as Kyle held your hands tightly and you avoided his gaze. Finally, you found the strength to speak.

"I'm sorry," you began to say. "You're sorry?" he said confused, "Did I do something wrong?" You shook your head as you tried to escape his grip. "No, I'm sorry we grew apart. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I didn't go to your graduation and spend the holidays with you. I'm sorry for letting go," you whispered. You were ashamed to look at him and tried to leave his piercing gaze. He let go of you slightly, only to hold your chin to look up at him. "I'm sorry for leaving," he whispered back, "I learned a lot while I was gone. I lost good friends, I'm not letting another one get away," he finished before giving you a small kiss. You were speechless, a whirlwind of happy and melancholy emotions. Before Kyle could respond with concern you spoke for him. "Dogwood blossom, love undiminished by adversity."

"I'll do you one better," he said before pulling out a phlox blossom from his pocket. "Phlox, our souls are united." After two decades, you finally were able to kiss him, your Kyle, the neighborhood boy with marigolds in his hair.

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analisword · 2 months

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high infidelity (Enzo Vogrincic x Fem Reader)

Capítulo 13.

Enzo había sido amante de la limpieza y el orden desde que tenía uso de razón, su madre adoraba contar la historia de cómo cuando era pequeño aprendió a apilar todos sus juguetes por tamaño antes de comenzar a hablar, en particular siempre se consideró un fanático de los desinfectantes, cuando tenía 16 años mezcló cloro con ácido muriático para limpiar el baño después de una fiesta, como resultado por poco se desmayó durante el proceso de limpieza.

Siempre le gustó el aroma a hospital, saber que todo estaba perfectamente esterilizado y cómo hacían lo posible para erradicar todas las bacterias que pudieran dañar a los pacientes, sin embargo, en este preciso momento, el olor a desinfectante y limpio nunca le había causado tanto repudio, el cloro le quemaba las fosas nasales y el sonido de los aparatos lo estaba volviendo loco.

Llevaba un par de horas sentado a un lado de la camilla de Alana, la chica estaba estable aunque dopada de medicamentos para aminorar el dolor, también le habían tenido que inyectar un sedante durante el trayecto hacia el hospital, la pobre había tenido un horrible ataque de pánico.

Enzo no podía creer que apenas fueran las 5 de la tarde, este era definitivamente el día más largo toda de su vida,

5 puntadas en la frente, dos costillas rotas y un ojo bastante inflamado había sido el resultado del ataque de Sebastián.

Enzo nunca se había considerado una persona muy religiosa, pero no dejaba de agradecerle a Dios o a cualquier fuerza superior que existiera por haberlo impulsado a ir al departamento de Alana, Sebastián no sólo la había atacado, también la había dejado tirada y encerrada por un tiempo en lo que él buscaba qué hacer, para finalmente tomar la única buena decisión de llamar a una ambulancia.

Lo último que Enzo supo es que los paramédicos también tuvieron que inyectar a Sebastián, el cual tuvo un colapso nervioso en el departamento mientras subían a Alana a la camilla.

Enzo se restregó la cara con las manos, se sentía perdido y con miedo, pero sobre todo muchísima rabia.

El doctor lo había intentando animar diciéndole que las costillas de Alana sanarían rápidamente, que por suerte no le habían perforado un pulmón y que a diario llegaban chicas a urgencias en peores condiciones por violencia, Enzo no entendía cómo eso se suponía que lo haría sentir mejor, pero no podía negar que sintió un alivio tremendo en cuanto el doctor le dijo que Alana sería dada de alta pronto, era una chica bastante fuerte.

A pesar de tener una gasa esterilizada en la frente y el ojo tan hinchado como un tomate, Alana lucía bastante tranquila durmiendo, se aferraba de la sabana como si fuera un oso de peluche, la piel de Enzo picaba por recostarse a su lado y abrazarla, pero no se atrevía a hacerlo por miedo a lesionarla aún más, cada que las enfermeras entraban a cambiarle el medicamento o revisarla, él sentía que la respiración se le iba, lucía tan delicada sobre la camilla de hospital.

Lucía no dejaba de mandarle mensajes, se habían filtrado unas fotos de él subiendo a la ambulancia, él aún no se sentía preparado para hablar al respecto o enfrentar las especulaciones que seguramente estaban invadiendo las redes sociales, quería privacidad, sobre todo para Alana, lo único que pedía era que la chica pudiera tener una recuperación tranquila y sin polémicas.

Le dejó un suave beso en la coronilla y bajó del hospital hasta llegar a la entrada principal, por suerte la gente que estaba en el lugar se encontraba demasiado inmersa en sus problemas como para acercarse a pedir una fotografía, sacó un cigarro y lo prendió, era el primer cigarro que se fumaba en poco más de un mes, pues hace tiempo había decidido dejar el tabaco, lo había estado haciendo bastante bien, pero la ansiedad lo había estado consumiendo durante el día que no tuvo otra opción más que ceder a la tan adictiva sustancia.

Terminaba de exhalar la última calada del cigarro y aplastar la colilla con su zapato cuando lo vio.

—¿Qué mierda hacés aquí?—dijo entredientes, Sebastián se encontraba parado frente a él.

—¿Cómo está?—preguntó el chico y aunque sus ojos azules estaban llenos de preocupación e incluso arrepentimiento, Enzo no logró sentir ni una pizca de simpatía por él.

Enzo se encargó de decirle a los paramédicos que Sebastián había sido el responsable del incidente de Alana, ellos le habían dicho que después de inyectarle el tranquilizante lo llevarían a la procuraduría, sin embargo, por alguna razón el chico estaba parado ahí, frente a él, afuera del hospital y a un par de pisos abajo que Alana, Enzo no se dio cuenta cuándo empezó a apretar los puños hasta que sus manos comenzaron a doler.

—¿En verdad querés saberlo? Recibió 5 puntadas en la frente y tiene dos costillas fracturas por tu puta culpa—sentía su sangre hervir, sabía que no había punto en conversar con el idiota de Sebastián, pero no podía detenerse a si mismo.

—Lo de la frente fue un accidente, algo se le cayó del closet—dijo Sebastián para después tragar saliva, Enzo soltó una risa falsa.

—Ah, vale, gracias, eso me tranquiliza un montón—dijo sarcásticamente—. No sé qué mierda hacés aquí, pero no quiero verte cerca de Alana nunca más, ¿me oíste?

—Pagué mi fianza, estoy libre y quiero pedirle una disculpa—dijo Sebastián alzando la barbilla.

Enzo podría desmayarse del coraje, ¿cómo era posible que lo dejaran ir tan fácilmente? Sentía un repudio ante él y ante la ley, pensaba que al estar en un país de primer mundo las cosas resultarían un poco mejor, pero ya se daba cuenta que no.

—En verdad estoy arrepentido de lo que hice—carraspeó—. Dile a Alana que le dejo el depa, ya buscaré en dónde quedarme—informó, Enzo rodó los ojos al escuchar el cinismo del comentario, no sabía cómo Alana había estado tanto tiempo a lado de ese hombre, se notaba que no la conocía en lo más mínimo.

—Largáte antes de que le llame a seguridad—advirtió elevando la voz, si antes no había llamado la atención de algunos presentes ahora lo estaba haciendo, pero no podía importarle menos, no permitiría que Sebastián estuviera cerca del radar de ella.

—Quiero verla, tengo derecho.

—No tenés derecho de una mierda.

Finalmente se liberó e hizo lo que tanto tiempo había estado esperando, dejó que su puño se estrellara con la mandíbula de Sebastián, el impacto hizo que el chico cayera de espaldas, respiró por un momento pero entonces la imagen de Alana tirada a un lado de la cama con la mirada llena de miedo le invadió la mente, se subió a arcadas sobre Sebastián y comenzó a estrellar puñetazos por todo su rostro, Sebastián no puso oposición y Enzo dejó de golpearlo hasta que unos brazos lo apartaron de él.

—La próxima que te vuelvas a acercar a ella no tendrás la misma suerte—escupió, se liberó de los brazos del hombre que lo había sostenido e ingresó al hospital antes de que algún guardia de seguridad se lo impidiera.

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—Con cuidado, por favor—dijo Enzo tomándola por los hombros cuando se adentraron al departamento—. Voy a tener que mover los muebles para despejar más el lugar—dijo soltándola para caminar hacia el sillón con la intención de moverlo sabrá Dios a dónde, pues no quedaba más espacio.

—Enzo, estoy bien, no me voy a romper por caminar a un lado del sillón—dijo Alana riendo un poco, hace un par de horas la habían dado de alta del hospital, aunque aún se encontrara algo adolorida de la parrilla costal, su cuerpo estaba respondiendo bastante bien a los antiinflamatorios, su ojo también había disminuido significativamente de tamaño, Enzo sólo se le despegaba para ir al baño, y sólo porque ella se lo pedía.

—Bueno, uno nunca sabe—respondió, Alana caminó hacia el sillón y se dejó caer, lo cual provocó que Enzo pusiera cara de horror—. Mi amor, se más cuidadosa, te me vas a fracturar el resto de costillas—dijo él alarmado.

Alana le tomó la mano como respuesta, nunca terminaría de agradecerle por cómo la había estado tratando los últimos días, no sólo la había salvado y le había limpiado las heridas, también la escuchaba cuando necesitaba hablar, le secaba las lágrimas y era un hombro de apoyo, no sólo la estaba ayudando para sanar físicamente, también mentalmente.

—Lanita—dijo Enzo sentándose de cuclillas sin soltarle la mano—. No sabía cómo decirte, pero aquél día Sebastián fue al hospital—Alana se tensó al escucharlo, buscaba evadir la idea de su ex novio lo más posible, estar dopada en el hospital y la compañía de Enzo era bastante efectivo para hacerlo, así que escuchar su nombre de repente provocó que ella sintiera un tremendo disgusto.

—¿Entró a la habitación?—preguntó atemorizada, la idea de volver a estar en el mismo lugar que él le ponía los nervios de punta, sintió la bilis subir por su garganta.

—Obvio no, no se lo permití—dijo Enzo—. Dijo un montón de boberías, pero también mencionó que te deja el departamento.

Alana se quedó en silencio, eso era algo que había esperado antes de terminar con Sebastián, en otras circunstancias eso la hubiera hecho sentir bastante aliviada, pero no le apetecía volver a pisar el suelo de aquél horrible lugar.

—Te lo digo sólo para que lo sepas, pero no hay manera en la que te dejaré estar sola en lo que te recuperas, ya le avisé a Julio—dijo Enzo acariciando sus dedos, Alana sintió un nudo en la garganta y asintió.

—No quiero regresar ahí—dijo apretando los ojos, Enzo se sentó a un lado de ella y la abrazó suavemente.

—No tenés por qué, si querés que llame para cancelar la renta o lo que sea sólo tenés que pedirlo—dijo él pasando sus dedos por su cabello.

—La verdad ahorita no quiero pensar qué hacer, sólo sé que quiero estar aquí contigo.

—Me parece una fantástica idea—dijo él besándole el hombro—. Ahora te tengo que limpiar esa herida de la frente.

Alana asintió, Enzo le quitó cuidadosamente la gasa que la cubría y le pasó un algodón con alcohol, el chico se había encargado de limpiar cuidadosamente su frente cada que tenía que cambiarle la gasa.

—¿Puedo ver?—dijo con curiosidad, no se había visto la cara desde aquél día.

—Ehh, ¿segura?—preguntó Enzo con tono de precaución en su voz, Alana asintió, el chico tomó su celular y abrió la cámara.

Alana se miró el rostro, había una línea de unos 7 centímetros en el lado derecho de su frente, aún tenía los puntos que le habían hecho en el hospital, no se los quitarían hasta dentro de unos días.

—Bah, luce bastante aburrida, es una lástima que no tenga forma de rayo o algo así—dijo burlonamente, Enzo soltó un sonido de desaprobación ante la broma, decidió besarlo para calmarlo.

—Hay otra cosa que debo decirte antes de que te enteres por otro medio—dijo Enzo una vez se separaron, Alana lo miró con curiosidad, no quería más sorpresas.

Enzo volvió a desbloquear el celular y abrió Twitter.

Alana tomó el celular, la red social estaba totalmente colapsada con vídeos e imágenes de Enzo golpeando a Sebastián afuera del hospital.

—Lana, no soy esa clase de persona, odio la violencia, pero no podía estar un segundo más viéndole la cara, la idea de él haciéndote daño me enferma—explicó mientras Alana deslizaba el dedo por la pantalla, la gente no había tardado mucho en darse cuenta que la persona que Enzo golpeaba era el editor y novio de la escritora Alana Lomelí.

Bueno, ahora ex novio.

Alana le devolvió el celular.

—No tenías que hacer eso, de seguro te vas a meter en un montón de problemas—dijo Alana preocupada, no le enojaba para nada que Enzo hubiera golpeado a Sebastián, el chico se lo merecía, pero eso no significaba que quería que la carrera de Enzo se viera en aprietos.

—Me importa un carajo—dijo él elevando los hombros.

—¿La gente sabe la historia completa?—preguntó ella, no había abierto redes sociales desde entonces.

—Hay rumores—respondió—. Muchos no están lejos de la verdad.

—Dios, mis padres seguramente estan preocupadísimos—dijo ella echando la cabeza para atŕas.

Alana decidió que mañana les hablaría cuando estuviera más tranquila, tenía tanto que explicar.

Decidieron ir a la cama temprano, Enzo la ayudó a vestirse y cambiar las vendas de sus costillas, siendo totalmente cuidadoso al respecto.

—Sabes que puedes estar aquí el tiempo que te apetezca, ¿verdad? Mi casa es tu casa—dijo él acariciando su mejilla, Alana giró la cabeza un poco para depositar un beso en su palma.

—No me digas eso, tu cama es muy cómoda—dijo Alana felizmente—. Y tú también, así que no pienso irme pronto—dijo rodeándolo con sus brazos, Enzo rió y hundió su cara en su cuello.

—Quedáte aquí siempre.

Alana pensó que la idea no sonaba para nada mal.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo x reader

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