Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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A stiffness surrounded your body, one of which prevented any movement and a soft groan slipped out from between your lips. The hard surface you'd been resting on became more prominent as feeling slowly crept back into your limbs, and you could piece together that you were laying amongst the cold concrete ground.
Another groan once again escaped your lips as your eyes cracked open. You honestly were expecting to once again be welcomed by the white room, although you knew just by the ground -that you were anywhere but there.
Shifting in place and resting your palms against the ground, you moved to sit up. A quiet snapping noise sounded from around you as you did so and upon regaining your bearing your eyes rested on vines softly curling around you. The green stems spread out in various delicate curls being capped by beautiful white flowers.
Knowing who the flower's must've been from a soft hum left your lips. Your hands moved from the ground towards the wall beside you awaiting a response from your still stiff leg muscles. Willing them to move you remained by the walls side till you felt that it was unneeded.
Gently unravelling your legs from the vines and dragging your eyes over the large building they rested on the bleeding body of Bruno, whoever inhabited it seemed to have still been moving yet unable to get up.
Upon moving past the shelter of the colosseum droplets of rain fell down onto the bridge of your nose, the coldness of which drew out a brief shiver. Taking a breath and continuing you mind replayed what you and your stand were talking about. How exactly were you supposed to fix a man who hasn't been properly in his own body for a week?
'Anchor him.' Pausing mid step the voice of your stand quickly flew through your mind, the volume of which was quiet almost overshadowed by the wind if not for the fact it was directly spoken in your mind.
"Anchor?" Murmuring that out to yourself and biting the inside of your cheek your eyes once again trailed towards the body. An arm was reached out above him towards something you couldn't quite make out till you got closer. It was a phone.
Seeing the device get picked up by a hand the man's gaze followed it settling onto your (E/C) hues, an empathetic expression took over your features as you kneeled down setting the phone into his hand. You were aware that this was the same man who had attempted to off yourself and Abbacchio or at least someone who was working close with the boss, but in the moment you could tell there wasn't much keeping him alive.
"I wish...I wish he would call me...again." Clutching the phone tightly in hand and breathing that out his voice came out broken- almost a whisper. "The boss..." His voice faded out into an even quieter hushed whisper.
Although you knew this guy was the enemy you couldn't help but feel bad. He'd been left behind by someone he obviously idolized now wishing for something as simple as a phone call. Staring at the devices screen his eyes trailed back to you, scanning your expression before a puff of air left him.
