You can't save her (Homelander)

Chapter 47

The brunette sat with her knees to her chest, resting her head on her knee. Those hazel eyes stared at her finger as it drew circles into the floor. It was quiet, so quiet she could hear the patter of her tears and they fell from her eye hitting the ground. She didn't plan to be hiding out here but after Homelander had stormed out of the apartment Safia couldn't be there anymore either.

She'd gone down to the gym and punched the punching bag so hard her knuckles split open, the small drops of blood now mixing on the floor with her loose tears. It was an unlikely safe haven away from... everything and everyone.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice him enter the room.

He was quiet, watching her, reading her body language as he approached quietly. She didn't see him and only when a handkerchief was dangling in front of her face did she even notice someone else was in the room.

Safia looked up to see that masked face mere feet away from her holding out a neatly embroidered cloth. She blinked up at him, sniffling as she reached for the cloth.

"Gracias," she murmured, dabbing at her face. He sat down beside her, leaving enough space between them to be appropriate but close enough to offer his quiet presence and support.

He didn't say anything, not that he ever did, merely just sat there, waiting for her to catch her breath.

"It's nice to see you," she murmured quietly.

Black Noir's expression was, as always, nothing.

A silence echoed loudly between the two. It was comfortable, but the longer it progressed the more that nagging voice in the back of her head didn't want to stay silent. Noir was not who she thought would be with her in her time of need- but it was better than some people.

"He's sleeping with Stormfront," she stated straight to the point, glancing up to see his masked face staring down at her, "I didn't want to believe it at first, but I know him and that look in his eyes... He wants her and I feel like he doesn't want me. Not really."

Noir's gaze was unwavering, his silence continuous. Safia swallowed, the words spilling out faster now.

Her shoulders sagged, a bitter laugh falling from her lips as she shook her head. "He told me I wasn't enough.... And maybe he's right," her words came out like a confession, "I've failed at everything—my career, friendships, family... motherhood....And now I'm failing at this too. How have I failed everything?"

Noir remained silent, tilting his head to show he was still listening.

She lowered her head, eyes closing, holding back tears. "I've never felt like this before- like I'm not enough, but the moment those words left his " she whispered, her voice barely audible as a look of utter devastation painted her features. "If I can't be the perfect psychologist, poster model, mother, wife... what am I then?.. What was I made for?"

Noir held Safias gaze, staring at her for the longest time. It was as if he was trying to communicate without the pages in front of him. But after a few moments, he picked up that pen, carefully writing on the page. When he held up the note, the words were simple but in that moment it seemed like the only words she wanted to hear.

You are enough.

Safia just wished it was someone else who had told her that.

The note trembled in her hands as she stared at it, feeling numb.

"Thanks Noir."

Noir didn't respond with words; he simply nodded once more. The two of them sat in silence once more, staring out at the empty training room once more.