[Helluva Boss] The Shattered heart

Spending The Day With Loona

Hurry another long chapter that, after just writing a long chapter, I'm starting to have another burnout.

Nightmare/Flashback 

Loona's pov

I was at a fancy-looking restaurant with Mike, and everything seemed to be going well until I noticed Mike wasn't saying anything anymore and also wasn't making eye contact with me anymore.

Loona: Is there something bothering you, Mike?

Mike:...

Loona: You can tell me if something's bothering you, Mike.

Mike: . . .

He sat there in silence and refused to speak. I don't understand what could be bothering him. I mean, it has been going pretty well, I thought.

Mike: Fine, you want to know that bad?

I took ahold of his paws and looked him right in the eyes.

Loona: Of course, Mike, whatever it is, I'll listen.

Mike: Alright, I'll tell you, you are the worst hound I know; you constantly treat your employer and adoptive father like shite. The guy who rescued you from living on the streets gave you a job and a place to live, and this is how you repay him. To add insult to injury, you treat your co-workers just as bad, if not worse, and you are such a damn sponge that for some reason making you do your job is such a fucking chore for them because you're too "busy," either being an edge lord or looking up random shit on your fucking cell phone of yours. But what bothers me is the fact that you think you're entitled to talk down to others and everyone else around you. I don't understand why you think you're so superior to others around you when you've never had to work for a damn thing in your fucking life, and don't think I didn't know you're only dating for my body. Do you even know anything about me other than the fact that I have big muscles? No, I didn't think so. Hell, I'm willing to bet you are completely blinded by my body and don't give a shit about anything else, not to mention that everyone tells you that you're allowed to get away with anything you want, and you want to know why that is. Well, it's pretty fucking simple. It's because everyone around you thinks you are some misunderstood tortured soul, or maybe they're just blinded by your body like you are by mine, or maybe both! But what pisses me off is how freaking easy you've had it this far. Unlike you, everyone else you work with has to work to pay for shit, while you just get shit handed to you. And I know what you're thinking. Oh, I can't be a shallow bimbo; I'm goth; I'm not like the other girls, and you know what? You're right; almost every other hellhound I've meant is chill and only fights when they need to, while you are angry all the time for no reason, or maybe it's your way of greeting people who do things for you. But you know what? None of it matters because, at the end of the day, all you are is a spoiled brat and nothing more. (Yes, I copied and pasted this from Heartache; it's a flashback, and I'm starting to feel burned out.)

Once Mike said all of that, everything around me faded away, Mike included. It was almost as if I were forever alone and destined to die alone. It wasn't until this point that I felt someone shaking me awake. All I heard during this time was "Hey Loona, wake up".

Y/N's pov

I was having an early morning beer just wanting to get shitfaced when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Loona sleeping on the couch, still asleep. I took another drink and looked back at Loona and noticed she was shaking in her sleep. I walked over and noticed she also looked rather cold and seemed to be in tears. I shook her awake as she slowly opened her eyes. Y/N? she asked with a sleepy groan while rubbing her teary eyes.

Y/N: Loona Finally, you're awake. what happened?

She had tears forming in her eyes when I asked this.