RPDR One-Shots (Requests Closed)

Bruises (Biadore)

No trigger warnings, just kinda sad.
Not a lesbian au, just wrote too fast and forgot to switch between names and pronouns.
Song: Bruises - Lewis Capaldi
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Counting days, counting days
Since my love up and got lost on me
And every breath that I've been takin'
Since you left feels like a waste on me

"We're going to stay friends, I promise," Adore smiled, her hand on Bianca's shoulders. Bianca looked down into her eyes, knowing that smile was forced. She knew her words probably were as well.

Bianca shook her head as she came back to the present, forcing the memory out of her head. She sighed and laid her head down in her arms, staring at the material laid out on the table in front of her. There was no way she'd be able to focus on her task. Not with Adore still lingering in the back of her head.

To Bianca it had felt like years, but in reality her and Adore's breakup had only been about five months ago. It definitely wasn't a mutual agreement. Bianca loved Adore so much and never wanted to let her go. It was Adore who had initiated the split. She had said she wanted to go out on tours and different events without worrying about leaving behind her partner, and Bianca had reluctantly agreed it would be for the best to end their romantic relationship.

I've been holding on to hope
That you'll come back when you can find some peace
'Cause every word that I've heard spoken
Since you left feels like an hollow street

Bianca knew that they wouldn't stay friends like Adore had said. Instead she knew they were drifting apart. The first month after the breakup was alright. Adore would still text and send the occasional meme that Bianca wouldn't understand. But as the months went on her texts back were scarce, and phone calls were rare.

It was Bianca who was putting in the effort to try to keep in contact. When she finally admitted to herself that Adore more than likely didn't want to speak to her like she used to, it hurt more than anything. Her last bit of hope that maybe in the future they would be able to be together again had faded. So she gave up on texting and trying to call. She knew it wasn't worth it.

I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind
But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind
Oh my lord, oh my lord, I need you by my side

Bianca sighed and stood up from her material covered desk, turning off her sewing machine and tossing the fabric into it's original plastic bin. She rubbed her arm and leaned against the wall, trying to keep herself together.

"You need to let go," Bianca could hear Courtney telling her in the back of her mind. She had been firm, but gentle with her wording when she had first talked to Bianca about it. "Go to a bar and let loose. Maybe you'll meet someone."

Bianca hadn't done that. She couldn't bring herself to. For some reason her heart was still set on belonging to Adore, even though she knew she couldn't have her anymore. It didn't help that almost every little thing reminded her of her Adore. She could hardly hear someone say the word "party" without almost breaking down.

Grabbing her phone from her pocket, Bianca walked out of her work room, rubbing her head. "Keep it together, Roy.." She mumbled to herself, going to her contacts.

There must be something in the water
'Cause everyday it's getting colder
And if only I could hold you
You'd keep my head from going under

For a brief second Bianca's finger hovered over Adore's contact name. She hadn't changed it, so it remained as "My One and Only." Bianca had no intention of changing it, knowing it would only hurt. After all, Adore never tried to contact her, so she didn't have to look at it too often.