Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 50- The After Storm

John Pov

I sighed loudly as I gently placed down my cup of tea from my lips. My chest leaned onto the marble island, the swirls of brown blended together calmly then suddenly pulled apart violently. Quite similar to [Y/N] in some ways. I pulled my gaze from the counter and glanced across the living room through the window. The sky looked as if it was a purple sea with pink foam floating on top of the tranquil waves. Creating a peaceful atmosphere outside, however...

It felt like anything but peaceful inside of the apartment.

The sun dimly shined through the curtains creating a soft light in the room. It shined a reminder onto the leftover muffins from this morning and the blue blanket. Bring back memories of [Y/N] crying as she saw the photo. As well as define the mess of scattered tissues and teacups that still remained from the previous night. My feet still hurt because of all pacing I did in my living room hoping to hear any word about the girls.

I dropped my gaze back to my tea, observing how the liquid moved in my shaky grip. The air around me felt thick and suffocating since I was still able to hear her pain-filled screams. Along with the constant muttering of quiet, 'I hate him's between choked breaths. Her tears seeped through my grey sweatshirt and landed on my chest. Creating an ocean that must've seemed never-ending and bottomless in her eyes. I could feel her arms cling tightly around me as if I was the only thing anchoring her from drowning inside her own sorrow and pain.

"John," a voice quietly called. I quickly turned my attention towards the voice, pushing away the dark ocean and its storm. Skyla stood in the doorway of the hall, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I guess she finally woke up, I thought.

After [Y/N]'s outburst at the station, she ended up crying herself to sleep. Officer Ryan thought it would be best to continue the questioning another day. He needed to investigate a bit deeper into the things [Y/N] said in order to make sure they were true. Majorly pissing me off. Couldn't he obviously see that she was in nothing but, pure anger and suffering? Couldn't he hear the rage in her voice from years of torture? Couldn't he see a child crying for help as they finally broke down for all to see?

I was about him a piece of my mind, however, Willow held me back. Lightly gripping my shoulder and shaking her head with closed eyes. I quietly growled as I stood up with [Y/N] in my arms. Her head buried in my neck, her remaining tears trickling on my skin. Silently I carried her through the halls with Willow trailing behind me. We passed a ocean of humans and monsters as they stared at the faded girl. I noticed the small frowns and widened eyes along with the many mouths covered by hands. Nobody dared to utter another sound.

I made my way to the integration room where Skyla still sat. She looked up from the table and her jaw dropped as she saw her sister in my arms. She quickly stood up from the chair, the seat scratching on the floor causing a painful screech. Yet, she ignored it as she swiftly walked to me. Her brown eyes looking up at me with a millions questions, not knowing what say. Wordlessly I grabbed onto one of her hands and lead the way back into the halls towards the entrance. I could feel the eyes of [Y/N]'s friends bore into me. Searching for some sort of answer as to what happened or the reasoning for my serious face.

I bit the inside of my cheek, holding back my tears of regret and shrieks of guilt. A storm of thoughts down pouring in my head like rain. Why didn't she say anything? I could've helped her! Did she not trust me enough to save her, I thought, How could I have done more for her? How did I not see anything? I wasn't there for her! I broke my promise...

As my head thundered and rattled, I saw a flash of something in the corner of my eye. A short skeleton with a faint cyan glow in his socket attempting to make his way to me. However, it went away when Willow held her arm in front of him while her mouth moved. I couldn't hear anything except for the loud crashes of thunder and cries of a lost girl. She must be explaining to them what happened, I assumed as I silently treaded to my home. I laid [Y/N] in the spare bedroom while Skyla changed into some clean clothes in the bathroom. When she came in she cuddled into her sister as I covered them in a blanket. Before I made myself some tea and got drenched in the growing flood.

"Hey, Skyla," I asked softly, "Is [Y/N] still sleeping?" I watched as she pattered over to me barefooted. Her loose purple button-up was partially tucked into her black tights while the rest dangled, causing it to slightly sway with each step.She gently leaned her head onto my leg, gripping my sweatpants. I felt her head shake on my leg. I smiled a bit at her cuteness petting her messy hair down as I questioned, "Is she going to come out or is she changing?"

"She wanted me-" she yawned softly patting her mouth gently with her hand. "Sorry," she said, "She wanted me to tell you that she wanted to talk to you." My eyes widened slightly as my mind suddenly went quiet. The storm ceasing for a mere second as a large bolt hit my head. SHE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING! The storm felt as if it grew in size, becoming a hurricane of wonders and worries. Questioning about what she may talk about or go into deeper detail. "John," Skyla muttered below me pulling my pant leg. I was once again brought back from my thoughts and peered at the little girl.

"Ah, sorry," I apologized, "I got lost in thought for a bit." I rubbed the back of my neck as I quietly chuckled. Skyla gave me a small nod before moseying to the sofa and turning the tv on. A small smile grew on her face as she watched a fish yell 'My Leg' in SpongeBob. I took one last glance at the teacup in my hand and let it go as I strolled to the room. Each step I took sounded as if they were louder than the last. My heart was racing in my ears and I felt like it was hard to breath. Although I was in the safety of my own house, I couldn't help but feel scared.

Scared of what I might learn about her...

Scared of seeing her break down again...

Scared of hearing the details of everything...

Scared of seeing just how unhappy and broken she truly was all this time...

I stood in front of the doorway and took a deep breath. I raised my arm up and clenched my fist before knocking on the door. I heard the sound of sheets shuffling and faint footsteps making their way to the door. Before the jiggling of the doorknob in front of me. It was like a horror movie in a sense. When it opened I saw [Y/N] with a small smile. Her face was covered with her loose bangs since she looked at ground.

"I..." she trailed off and trembled slightly in place. I opened my mouth, trying to tell her that it was ok and she could talk to me another time. But she put up one finger and she took a deep breath with her eyes closed. It felt like a century as she held her breath, but I didn't bother nor stop her. If she needed this in order to explain what's going on then so be it. All I want to do it help her and make her happy...

Just like I promise.

She opened her eyes again as she exhaled. Finally looking me straight in my eyes. I saw her deep bags and the far look in her (e/c) eyes. I could see the fear and chaos running behind them. Dark clouds from the fire of the things that man said and her own doubts. As she curled into a corner waiting for everything to fade away. Although I could also see a little girl with a pond and a cup in hand. Hoping for everything to not hurt and be ok again.

"I think it's about time I told you about my wings."

A.N- New Update Vote

Ok so I know its been a while from the last update. I keep saying that I'll be back and shit and work harder but then the same shit happens over and over again. I think I might have an idea on how to fix it. You see, I'm at the point in the story where I'm trying to make my way to another spot in the story. However, I don't know how the fuck to get there so I keep drawing blanks. Not to mention, I'm having a huge writing block right now. Like I can write about hmmm 100- 500 words in one shot before I end up lost for words or simply frustrated with everything and giving up for the day. So I wanna ask your guys opinion on this:

Would you rather have short chapters but possibly more frequent updates or longer chapters but later updates?

Comment what y'all think and I'll put some thought into it.

Have a great day/night and be you boo!

Peace out Luna_Storm_72!!