Forgive Me !¡ technoblade x reader ( REWRITING!!)

chapter 14 💥

[This is gonna get so poetic]

Y/n's pov:

"Mom I know. But me and techno are just going for a walk and nothing else I promise"

" okay. Just be careful."

" I will mama don't worry."

Mom made the whole thing sound like it was some sort of date.

I told her it wasn't.

But she didn't believe me.
I mean.
I've never been on a date.
I've only worked and worked basically my whole life.
And the times when I did find them 'cute' or attractive,
Most of the time they wouldn't wanna even take me out to get coffee or dinner because of what happened to my family.
Which in my opinion it didn't make any sense and it was overall stupid.

Plus I'm not really a person who's
" oh yea let's go to the movies. I barely know you but your cute so yea this is totally not awkward and I totally trust you."

Even if someone did take me on a 'date', I rarely knew.

I mean.
Half the time me and Ethan went out to eat on break.
We talked about work mostly.
Some people told me eating or spending time with anyone alone could be considered a 'date'
But in full honesty.
I dont know what a date was.
And maybe I'll never know what it means.

I've never even experienced what being loved by another person besides family felt like.

*sigh*

Maybe its for the better.
Someone like me.
Doesn't and isn't even capable of feeling love or being in love.

"Hey are you ready?"

Looking up I saw techno.

He was putting on a coat.
And grabbing a umbrella that was leaning near the door.

"Yea hold on"
I said as I finished tying my shoes.

" okay mom we're about to head out I gotta go. I'll tell you what happens."

" okay love you"

" love you to"
I said as I hanged up the call.

Looking back up at techno he had his left hand out.
He wanted me to take his hand.
And I did.
I noticed his hands were, cold.
They reminded me of snow.
Or a cabin covered with snow.

His hands looked like he's been through things.
He had scars on his knuckles and one on his left plam.
His touch was like no other.

Gently squeezing his hand I felt the tiny scars and cuts.
Some were fresh, and some were not.

It felt nice.
But.
Deep down it made me feel, sad.

His touch made me remember my dad.

His hands were the same.
Cold.
And he had scars on both hands and wrists.

I remember he would always tell me and my brother stories how he got them.

He would always laugh it off.

Looking at the front door, I looked at techno before opening the door and walking out.

Stepping out of the house we walked.
The air smelled like iron, and rain.
The ground was wet and had puddles.
the air was also cold.
Cold enough I could see my breath as I breathed.
The coldness sent shivers down my spine.
And it made my finger tips tingle.

The sky made it even better.
It looked so beautiful.
It made everything seem like a fever dream.
Letting go of techno's hand, I looked up at the sky.