Blurry Face (yandere ticci Toby x reader) part: 2

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Ok so I'm looking over the plot and I'm taking out the whole film project thing, tbh I don't know why I put it in there lmao.
So instead, the reason they came back is for Mia to go to a specific college and for Y/N to try and cope with her past (as advised by her therapist back at her dad's) but confrontation is not really her thing so... you know how that turns out.
Aaron already has a somewhat stable life but thought it would be a nice idea to go and that's about it.
So yeah, film project? We don't know her.

January 26th, 2010

               He would've enjoyed all of this a lot more if you'd just let him.
Sitting on a log near the bonfire where you and Ezra danced among the embers really didn't sit well with Toby.
The only ok thing about this is that he got a good view of how your hips swayed to the rhythm of the guitar Adam played on the other side.
Though... you weren't dancing for him, your mesmerizing smile that flickers yet dies out just as fast like those embers wasn't for him... no... they were all for Ezra.

He envied him so much.

Watching as the both of you held each other close, spin each other, the way he occasionally lifted you off the ground just to hear your melodic laughter and repeat the actions with each time being more passionate and carefree as the last left a sickening tar-like taste in Toby's tongue.
The same exact tar sticked his mouth together and kept it shut.

"Toby? Could you come here?"
Lyra's soft voice was so much like a soothing song that Toby almost misheard it for the guitar.
Nonetheless Toby complies, getting up from his spot and entering from the back of the house, meeting his sister halfway in the kitchen. The faint smell of brownies mixed with the scent of fire filled Toby's mind, loosening his tense shoulders as he took a seat at the kitchen table.

"You were supposed to help me, remember? Instead you were watching her. Again."
Lyra did say that, didn't she?
But how could he not watch you?
It was as hard as a drug addict trying to quite, nearly impossible at that.
Especially when he felt like he was an addict, well, close to what he pictured one to be like.
And you were his drug, the one that gave him an unexplainable high that he could only get small doses of for small amounts of time. The one that made him feel like absolute shit when you weren't around, reminding him of of his life that was clearly trauma in it's truest form. The thought of you, the painful urges to have you around that plagued him so late into the night. It was deadly, it makes him feel so desperate and guilty, ripping everyone he loves away from him... but he couldn't stop... he didn't want to stop.

"I wa-wasn't."

"Toby, I saw you!"
The softness of her voice shatters like glass, Lyra turns around to face her brother, her naturally pale features that was usually dusted with small amounts of blush now held patches of red, the skin around it as white as a ghost.
"I know that you're still scaring her! I'm not dumb! You need to stop!"

Filling his hollow lungs with a dry breath, Toby curls up in his seat.
"It's... um.. i-it's n-not th-that easy."

"Not that easy? You aren't even trying!"
Her statement breaks off into a small noise of discontent.
"The only reason I'm not telling anyone is because I don't know what _________ wants and it's not my place to ruin her life.
I barely know now and it's all because of you! Do you know how hard it is watching her flinch every time I try to hug her now? How hard it is watching her distance herself? I can't even say anything cause she clearly doesn't want to talk about it!"

Toby leans back in his chair, hesitating to answer.
"Th-that's kind o-of selfish, Ly. Y-you're not the o-only one who loves h-her. You're not th-the only one she's distancing herself f-from."
The words echo back into his mind, making him realize how stupid he truly sounds.
The way Lyra's eyes widen only confirms his beliefs that he is now fucked up for the rest of his life.