Guns N' Roses imagines

You sat there in silence. A part of you wanted to open the door, jump into Axl's arms and never let him go, but the other part of you, the sadly more dominant one, wanted to get up and leave him there. For some reason you couldn't even bear the thought of talking to him right now, you were so tired, tired of all the drama and all the pain. But you couldn't jest leave him there.
You thought about it for a couple of seconds.
Your whole being ached for his attention, you needed his voice and you needed his touch.
After a few more seconds of silence you sighed defeated,  leaning your head against the door as your eyes filled up with tears again.

"Yes, okay...", you whispered with the little bit of voice you had left. It felt as if all the emotions you were feeling were caught up in your throat, making it impossible for you to speak.
Patiently you awaited a reaction, you didn't know what you were expecting. An excuse, a heartfelt confession maybe? But one thing was for sure, whatever you were waiting for, it never came. Silence engulfed the two of you once again.
You were ready to get up and leave, your heart felt heavy in your chest, tears were running freely down your cheeks. Just as you were about to give up the little bit of hope that you had left, he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry."

That was it? Months of pain and heartbreak, disappointment and sadness. And everything he came up with was I'm sorry?
Your sight was blurry and your face was burning up, you would be lying if you said you weren't hoping for more. But apparently he hadn't changed at all.
You were caught up in a fight with yourself, should you say something? Tell him how you felt- how he made you feel, or should you just get up and leave him behind? But before you could settle on a solution to your dilemma, your trail of thoughts was interrupted by a drained whisper.

"I hurt you. I betrayed and disappointed you. And I-I know that sorry won't do it, I know that, but I mean it.
If only I wasn't so blind, I should've seen that everything I needed wasn't some stuck up model, no, not even drugs or booze, (Y/N) it was you. I needed--I still need you. And I fucked that up. And I understand that you don't want anything to do with me anymore, but, I hope that someday you can forgive me. I know that I can't have you back, I've broken your trust, but maybe... one day... we'll be able to start over and maybe, just maybe we can be friends again. I can't keep living without you.
And I won't lie to you, I never knew I needed you this much. I never knew you were so important to me. But once I lost you I realized that I couldn't keep going without you. You were there for me when nobody else was, and you loved me - us - you loved us unconditionally. And I gave it all away. And I'm sorry. I- "

"Shut up."

"Wh-What?"

You inhaled slowly, the tears blurring your vision, your hiccup-like sobs making your breath hitch and your chest hurt. You couldn't keep listening to his apologies, you simply couldn't.  Part of you wanted to believe what he just said, but part of you wanted to stay mad, wanted to hate him, even though deep down you knew you couldn't hate him, not really.

"Axl-", you stopped as your voice gave in mid sentence. You breathed in and out one more time, trying to control your sobs, then tryed again.

"Yes you're right. You hurt me. You- of all the people I thought could never hurt me - you broke my heart. And I don't think I can forgive you.
It took me so-so long to get over you, to start over ... and now I'm supposed to forgive you!?
I was so sure I would've never talked to you again, I had accepted the fact that I was going to hate you for what you did, and once I found out you and Stephanie broke things off, there was this little sparkle of hope that you might want to start over, and stupid little me was ready to take you back in, but what makes me mad, is not that you never even tried to reach out to me, not even once, no, what makes me mad is that I never stopped hoping, and that I could never hate you. No matter how hard I tried, I could never get you out of my head.
And you can't even imagine how hard I'm fighting the urge to let you back in and start over, but I can't let that happen. - "