Byler Oneshots

Will:-

I wanted to go to Mike. To apologize, to beg for his forgiveness, to see him—God, to just see him.

I missed him. I missed him so much it hurt.

No matter how hard I tried these past days, I couldn't get his name out of my head. He was there, in every quiet moment, every empty space in my life. I knew he didn't want me back in his life, but that didn't stop me from wanting him.

More than anything else, I wanted him.

Mike had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. I never imagined a life without him in it—until now. And now that I knew what it was like, it sucked.

When Jane went to her room, I made up my mind.

I was going to him.

Even if he slammed the door in my face. Even if he hated me. Even if he threw rocks at me. I had to see him. I had to apologize—one last time.

Without thinking twice, I slipped on my shoes and left, my heart pounding in my chest with each step that brought me closer to his house.

Knock, knock.

The door of his house swung open, and there he was.

"Yeah—" he started, then stopped mid-sentence, his expression shifting the second he saw me. His face hardened. "What are you doing here?"

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Seeing him after all this time made everything rush back—our days together, the way he used to look at me, the moments we shared, even if they were built on a lie.

And shamelessly, despite everything, butterflies stirred in my stomach at the memory.

I hated myself for it. But I couldn't help it.

"I wanted to apologize again, Mike," I said, my gaze dropping to the ground, unable to meet his eyes.

My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to keep going. "I wasn't in my right mind when I did it. I don't know how I let it happen, but I want you to know that I regret it—to death."

He remained unreadable, his eyes dark and distant. "It's too late now," he said. "You should have been in your right mind."

The weight of his words hit hard, but I pushed through the ache in my chest. "I loved you," I whispered, the confession falling from my lips before I could stop it. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember, and I swear... it wasn't a decision I made with my mind. It was my heart. And I won't blame love for what I did—I won't." I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to look at him. "I just... I'm sorry, Mike. I know you don't want to see me. I get it. If I were you, I wouldn't want to see me either. But I had to come. I had to tell you how sorry I am."

He stood there, silent, staring off into the distance.

He wasn't disgusted. He wasn't angry. He just looked... tired.

"We were best friends," he finally said, his voice sounded so much like pain that it was hard to hear. "Best friends, Will. And how could you?"