PrussiaxReader If Time Is All I Have (Songfic)

You watched a few droplets of water slide down the window as the street passed by, your head resting on your hand.

“Are you all right, (Name)?” asked your best friend, (BF Name), looking away from the road for a moment. You turned your head towards her slightly, giving her a small smile.

“I’m okay” you replied. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been fine. No, actually you could. The last time you’d been okay was when you were with Gilbert. Your chest tightened as you remembered the last fight you had had with him. You couldn’t even remember what it was about. All you wanted to do was sit at home and cry. But (BF Name) had forced you to get dressed, nicely, not in sweats, and come into the outside world. A tear slipped down your cheek, and you wiped it away, trying not to let your friend see.

She saw, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. She turned her eyes back to the road, pulling into the parking lot of a small coffee shop. The coffee shop was your favorite. It partnered with local artists to display their work, and it was always peaceful.

She slid out of the car, and you reluctantly got out as well, not wanting to be dragged from the car. You heard a chirp as the car locked. (BF Name) held the door open for you, but you stopped before going in.

“Do I really have to do this?” You looked at her pleadingly.

“Yes! You need to get out of the house, even if it’s just for coffee.” She motioned you inside, and you went, immediately finding your favorite table. The place was packed, and you just managed to get the table. Your friend followed close behind. She had done her part, now she only hoped the Gilbert would do his.

A waitress came by, taking your orders. Soon, you were holding a steaming cup of coffee in your cold hands. (BF Name) kept checking her phone, looking nervous. You looked at her with a raised brow, and she put her phone away with a smile, but didn’t offer an explanation.

There was a sudden burst of activity by the stage in the back of the coffee shop. Your friend smiled brightly, grabbed your arm, and began pulling you into the crowd. You resisted, at one point putting your dead weight on her, but she kept pulling. Finally she got you to the front of the crowd, grinning widely. You looked at her, suspicion beginning to settle in.

The shop went dark, and you thought you saw movement on the stage. A single, bright white spotlight began to fade onto the center stage, revealing a face you knew well. Gilbert. His red eyes canned the crowd, settling on you.

You held back tears as you made to leave the shop. But (BF Name) held you in place, making you turn back to the stage. Gilbert looked depressed, and like he hadn’t slept. He pulled an acoustic guitar into his lap, and began playing a few chords. His voice soon joined the music.

“When you wake up
Turn the radio on
And you'll hear this simple song
That I made up
That I made up for you”

You looked away, but you could still feel his eyes on you. You didn’t know where this was going, you just wanted to leave.

“When you're driving
Turn the radio up
Cause I can't sing loud enough
Hard these days
To get my message through”

You looked up at the singing man, eyes shimmering with tears. You struggled harder, but you friend was unmovable. Gilbert prayed that you would stay. He needed you to hear him.

“If time is all I have
I'll waste it all on you
Each day I'll turn it back
It's what the broken-hearted do
I'm tired of talking to an empty space
Of silences keeping me awake”

He had poured his heart into this song, needing you to know how he felt. He had spent days perfecting the lyrics, each word reminding him of what he’d lost.

“When you marry
And you look around
I'll be somewhere in that crowd
Torn up, that it isn't me”

You looked at Gilbert, tears falling down your face. He stared back, his gaze never wavering. Did he really mean what he was singing? You wiped angrily at the wet trails on your face.

“When you're older
The memories fade
But I know I'll still feel the same
For as long as I live”

Gilbert couldn’t see a future without you. He knew he would always love you. He strummed his guitar, and kept singing.

“But if time is all I have
I'll waste it all on you
Each day I'll turn it back
It's what the broken-hearted do
I'm tired of talking to an empty space
Of silences keeping me awake
Won't you say my name, one time
Please just say my name

But if time is all I have
I'll waste it all on you
Each day I'll turn it back
It's what the broken-hearted do
I'm tired of talking to an empty space
Of silences keeping me awake

If time is all I have
I'll waste it all on you

Each day I'll turn it back
It's what the broken-hearted do
I'm tired of talking to an empty space
Of silences keeping me awake

Won't you say my name
When the song is over”

The crowd broke out into applause. You stood, silent. Gilbert moved his guitar onto its stand and stood from his stool, looking at you. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Did he really feel that way? He walked towards you uncertainly.

You had never seen him do anything uncertainly. You had never seen him looking so hurt and beaten. You unfroze and began to walk toward him, feeling the eyes of the crowd on you. Hope burgeoned in his eyes as he came towards you.

You stopped less than a foot from each other, and for a moment you just stared at him. The shop grew hushed. You moved forward and threw your arms around Gilbert, more tears sliding down your face. You felt his relief as he buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you. The coffee shop burst into cheers.

You felt happy again. Your lips drew into a smile as you pulled back. Gilbert looked so relieved, so happy. You leaned in and kissed him, relishing in the familiarity. It felt like the hole that had been left in your heart was stitching itself back together. He kissed you back. He couldn’t believe it. He thought he’d lost you forever.

You rested your forehead against his, caught between tears and laughter. He wiped away your tears with his thumb.

“Ich liebe dich, (Name).” He breathed the words against your lips.

“I love you too, Gilbert.” He smiled.

“Awesome.”