A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Is It Okay To Cry?

No no no.

This is the worst possible thing that could have happened.

You were too busy daydreaming about some dumb designer, to even think of checking to make sure your precious gemstone was safe. Now it's gone and it's all your fault. If you were just paying more attention, damnit the thief probably took it and walked away with a huge smug smirk on his ugly face. This is, this is awful.

Stupid thief, stupid designer, stupid event, stupid me...

The beating of your heart started to become unbearable, sending spikes of pain with every sharp intake of air. Dizziness was starting to become a problem, it was hard to see, or even think for that matter as white splatters covered your vision.

Jesus Christ.

You force yourself to sit on the wooden floor to take a breath.

Calm down, it's just a piece of garnet.

Calm down.

Breathe, relax.

You breathe in deep, forcing your bruised ribs to withstand the strong intake. Resting your heavy head into your open hands. It hurt, but it distracted you enough to calm down, even the tiniest bit.

You get attached to things too fast, it's definitely unhealthy. Luckily it wasn't the sachet that was stolen, or you would have been a worse state.

Right, the attachment issues.

That has always been a prominent issue in your life, though you seem to somehow find ways to ignore it or just avoid it completely. Constantly gotta ignore things until they become a problem for you, don't you (Y/N)? Sadly, no one can even blame you. It was because of your mothers passing after all, since then, nothing has been the same. People haven't been the same, always secretly sending pitiful stares your way.

"The poor girl who lost her mother." They would say. Always speaking about you when your back is turned away, you don't want pity, you didn't need pity.

You don't need help.

Your eyes started to sting.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

You take another deep breath.

It's okay, you're fine.

In the worst case scenario, you just admit that you lost it, or even get a similar one and lie about losing it. Although that's definitely not the right thing to do, but it's better than admitting you can't even take care of a small jewel.

There's no time to be fawning over the loss anyway, it's just a stone. Besides, sleep is more important right now. You got a busy week ahead of you, if you're lucky, you might be able to squeeze in some time to retrace your steps.

The gem could still be at the old saloon.

Begrudgingly, you pushed yourself up, legs cracking with annoyance. Sleep is the best medicine, there was no way you would be able to work tomorrow with pathetic jelly legs. So, you sloppily made your way to the unmade bed. Slipping into the cool sheets, hopefully to fall victim to a quick and peaceful slumber.

To force the stone out of your mind, you try and think of other more kind images and memories.

Little did you know, the last thought you had was of pink silky hair and blood red eyes.