𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 , 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐨

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~ Vee Pov ~
Tw: anxiety

a/n: yall have an amazing, show stopping, well thought out, hilarious, long, chapter today, so I better see some funny ass comments.

Another day passed, and things were mellow. Just how I liked it. Tommy, Ollie, Tubbo, and Wilbur were giving Ollie the 'real British experience', (their words, not mine.) Ranboo and I had elected to stay home and simply hangout, we liked to do that.

"I'm still confused on how you're here." Ranboo commented,

Dammit.

I had been avoiding this conversation. Of course I wanted Ranboo to know about my parents and Keira, I just still felt so guilty.

"plane." I answered simply.

a/n: "how do you keep your pants up while your performing its incredible?".................................. "belt." (only cool people get this joke #speakingfromtheheartbfletcher B)

"Yes I know you came here by plane, but how did your parents let you leave?" he pondered before slightly hesitating, "unless...they didn't let you."

"yeah..." I trailed off, "I pulled a knife on them."

"what?!" Ranboo widened his eyes, "why—how—when?"

"why? Because they were threatening to disown me and never let me see them again. How? No clue. When? Literally the day before we came here." I said quickly, I could already feel my throat burning under pressure of tears. I hated that feeling.

"so you left?"

"well I'm here," I made a so-so gesture, "so yeah, I guess I did."

"and your parents...?" he winced; I could tell he felt guilty. We were alike like that, we always felt as if everything was our fault.

"if I left, I wasn't allowed to come back." I sighed in conclusion.

"Luvena..." Ranboo frowned, "I'm—"

"It's fine, I'm here and I'm safe so I'm good" I interrupted, "truly, I'm okay."

"But Vena, you know you can talk if you're comfortable with it—right?"

"yeah—I'm just—" I cut myself off, wiping away a few tears that I barely felt running down my face. I was to scared to even finish my sentence.

When did I start crying?

Why am I crying?

"are you sure you're okay?" he asked, tangling my fingers between his.

I blinked and the tears wouldn't stop, "not really."

This was one of those times, where the difference between someone hugging you and you hugging them was crucial. Because when Ranboo hugged me, it was comforting. He was holding me, and never planning on letting go.

"I'm sorry" He mumbled into my hair.

I shook my head, "don't be, it's not your fault."

"neither is it yours" he responded back as I took shaky breaths, I couldn't stop crying.

I didn't exactly believe his statement, but went along with it anyway, "okay."

"So—wait, if you're fine with it," He paused momentarily before rambling, "can you tell me the whole story? It might help—yknow—to not bottled up your feelings like Ollie and Iris—they do that a lot—and need major therapy..."