midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

i know (angst/fluff??)

so hey hey

i'm sad rn

so let's be sad ig 🙄🙄🙄

!TW: depressive episode!

and i'm literally a message away if anyone wants to talk

i'm here and i care

hiii :)

this also kinda looks it midas background so

if you were interested in that ig

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You could feel your hair getting slowly worse and worse each day,

More knotted and matted, itchy and irritating.

You were slowly tumbling back into that dark place you had fought so hard to get out of.

All over a stupid breakup.

You really had thought they were the one, the way they held you and loved you. But you guess not. They had left you cold, alone and probably at your worst.

You felt your eyes sting again, as you buried yourself deeper into your bed. It was five o'clock, and you hadn't moved from your bed all day. And if you were honest, you didn't plan on moving anytime soon.

You just kept replying those scenarios of you both together, over and over again in your head. Slowly, tears dripped down your face and wet your pillow.

Even with all these blankets around you, you felt cold.

You closed your eyes, and hugged yourself.

"Y/n? I've got food?"

You didn't move, hoping he would just go. You didn't want him to see you like this.

"Are you decent? I'm coming in-"

You heard the door swing open. His footsteps became closer, and you soon felt a dip beside you in the bed.

"Hey, I know you said you weren't hungry but you have to eat something" He said softly, rubbing your shoulder.

You sniffed, jumping at his small touch.

"I'm fine Midas. You can go" You huffed quietly, your nose blocked.

"I'm not going until you eat, even a little.." He replied.

Why did he have to care so much? Couldn't he just leave me alone?

You sat up slowly, looking at him with blurry eyes. He had a small plate of toast on the bedside table, his face soft.

"Cmon, I'm not losing you all over again.." He said, placing the plate in your hands.

"I'm sorry" You trembled, weakly bringing the food to your lips.

"Don't apologise. It's not your fault love" He said, tilting his head.

"I just don't know what I did wrong? Why did they have to leave?..." You stuttered, your voice breaking apart. More tears streamed down your face, and you lowered your head in shame.

How pathetic, sobbing right in front of your boss?

He took the plate away from your hands, and pulled you close. He hugged you to him, rocking you in his arms.

"None of this is your fault Y/n. You deserved better then to be left. You deserve so much more" He whispered, kissing your head. Just hearing him say that, you crumbled.

You forgot about what he cared, you cried until you couldn't breath. And all the while, he held you.

"Let it hurt until it can't hurt anymore" He said, looking at your red eyes. You nodded weakly, rubbing the wet tears from your face. The unsteady, contorted breathing from your chest hurt, every small jolt a reminder that you weren't enough.