This isn't even a one shot, more like a drabble. Tyler x Vicki were amazing to me. I hated that they were so short.. so yeah. Just starting to get back into writing fics..
It's not the calm before the storm, it's not the dust before it settles, and it isn't painless. It's painful and it hurts, it hurts like a fucking bitch. It shouldn't hurt him though; he had told himself it wasn't love.
It was sex, the need to feel another warm body above or below his. So why did it hurt so much to see it?
He moved quickly, away from the door and down the front steps, to his car. The leather seats felt cold to his touch, ice below his shaking fingertips. It isn't love. It can't be. She doesn't love him that much was obvious. He gasps and leaves quickly; he promises himself it isn't love.
But why is it 3 weeks later he's stood beside his best friend, watching them lower her body into the ground and all he can think is... why didn't I tell her I loved her?
Working on a Jyler fic as we speak xoxo