27. The Buttercup Fall

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Third person P. O. V

A bull strength slam echos behind you.

Crubmles of moldy paint fall to the floor for you stomp on them as you hurry around the deadbeat room.

"That fucking pig-"

You hook your fingers around rusty metal bars of a pull-out bed.

"THAT ASSHOLE!"

The bad bangs on the ground, gust of mold and dust arose. Gluing  to your heated face.

Kicking it off your coat limps liflessly on the floor for.

"That-" the vocal cords so burdened with heart shatters wither into cries.

The moth destroyed matters greets your weight as you fall on it.

Shaking from your strained muscles and crying you look at your hands.

Sparkles of red blood smothered them.

That's how much forced you used to pull down the bed.

Anger is on hell of a drug.

Reader P. O. V

Never give your life to a person.

They can't even take care of their own, let alone your's.

Why were you, Chuuya, of all people the one I had to learn this from?

I turn over on the bed.

Just this pulsing in my head... Please go away...

Chuuya P. O. V

Space.

She just needs space.

And I just need her.

Just give her space.

Third person P. O. V

The flat's floor melted under the just born sun.

For a shadow of a ginger man to inturupt its bright stream.

Chuuya looked around the basment floor, searching with his eyes for the old white door leading to the old storage room.

Cautiously he knocks.

Nothing.

More knocking.

"Y/N... "

"I have no idea what the fuck you could want!"

The doors fall open.

Litterally... they fall out of their screws to the ground.

"C-can I come in?"

Her raw red eyes bore into his.

"I don't know... Can you?"

She moves out of the door way.

"Thank you..."

Reader P. O. V

If I had a door I would have slammed it for impact.

"Are you here to apologize?" my mouth snides "Cause I've already watched that movie~"

Chuuya falls on the mattres.

"No, I'm here to give you an explanation. Like a ragging teenager would... "

My arms twine across my chest on their own.

"Shoot."

I hear him take a tired breath.

"Last night I got fired from the Port skaters. And I got fried because I learned of this"

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