Trigger warning: talk of poor mental health, really light mention of suicide
The more you walk, the more drenched you become, the more your fingers hurt, the more you regret behaving the way you did. You should have just gone home, left through the front door like a normal human being instead of being so desperate to get away that you literally left through a window. But now you’re all turned around and walking by yourself in the middle of the night. You’d left your bag at the table when you’d gone to the bathroom, your wallet and keys in it, so you can’t pay for a taxi or get into your home anyways. You have your phone in your pocket, having silenced it at the beginning of the night so nothing would distract you from spending time with Jack and Gabe. Now you’re too ashamed of yourself to bring it out of your jeans, you can’t face them, you’re a coward and an emotional mess. You can’t even imagine yourself looking them in the eye.
Poly!R76 x Insecure!Reader 2/3
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