[ Decided to write some angsty Gavin? I'd say this is him after a rough breakup. ]
The ache in his chest felt like it was eating him up.
He felt like the steering wheel underneath his hands would grumble anytime soon.
Like his whole world would collapse.
It was dark and rainy, his cheeks wet with his own tears. He couldn't see, not really- but he kept driving anyways. The radio was on, playing some song that fit the moment awfully well.
[ EDEN - Wake up ]
He couldn't stop himself from crying, couldn't stop the soft, broken sobs from leaving his lips. He felt like someone was squeezing his heart, like the ache in his chest was only getting worse and worse. It hurt.
His heart was pounding, causing his hands to tremble, a sick feeling in his stomach.
He wanted nothing more but to believe that this was all just a bad dream, that he hadn't just lost the only person who he had ever loved.
The only person who he trusted, who he opened up to, told everything to. The only person who seemed to love him.
But maybe it had all been a lie, maybe he wasn't loved at all.
Maybe he was /never/ loved.
After all, they had been dating for five years, and.. apparently the man had been cheating on him for three years.
The thought of living in a lie, sharing a home with a man who lied to him made him sick.
The idea of not noticing anything, being blind to everything made him angry. How stupid was he?
He should've seen it coming, should've seen the signs.
The way he avoided him at times, the flowers and the kisses, as if to make up something. The lies; 'I love you, you know that, right?', 'You're the only one I love', 'I have some stuff to do today, but I'll see you tomorrow' and the worst of all; 'I'll never hurt you'.
He could feel himself only crying harder, tears wetting his cheeks as he sped up, almost wishing he would just wake up, that it'd all just be a bad dream. But it wasn't. It was true, it was happening.
He had to pull over, pressing the break harshly as he stared down at his lap, heart pounding. He cried softly, slamming his hand against the steering wheel, over and over again- until he couldn't feel anything. He wished he couldn't feel a thing.