I know I do this theme a lot, but I can't really help it since I always like to spice up Seven's route a lot because why not? I am also simp so...
Anyways! Enjoy!
I'm tired of it. I am so tired of it. I know it's hard for him, but it's so frustrating when all I want to do is help him. Before all this shit, he said he wanted to come protect me, and keep me safe. He said I was a good person, that I was warm like the sun, and even saying he couldn't stop thinking about me. Now, he just flat out ignores me. I know he is going through so much, but he is honestly acting like a child about it. It pisses me off. So, if I'm really such a pain, I'll just leave so I don't have to hear his constant bitching about it.
This seems harsh, but how can I not be when it hurts. I also have to admit, that I am scared about this entire situation. I fear for not only my safety, but his as well. I feel, so shitty. Should I just leave RFA? Would it be better that way? Since I caused this whole mess? I hate having to hold in my feelings, but I was doing it for him! I was patient and calm, now I can't take it anymore.
Tears just ran down my red cheeks, dripping into my lap. I let out soft sobs in the bathroom, laying in the bathtub. It was the only place I could have privacy. I should go back to my apartment, to be alone and truly think about everything. I got out of the tub, and headed out to the main area to pack some stuff and leave. I tried to be as quite and secrete as possible, as best as I could to not disturb Seven. I threw on a black hoodie from the beside table, and slip on my sandals next to it. I grabbed my phone, charger, and purse, now all I needed to do was sneak out the door. I slowly crept my way to the door, being careful to slowly turn the knob, and slowly open the door. Once the crack was big enough, I squeezed through, and quietly shut it. I then made my way towards the elevator, jogging to it once I was far enough from the apartment so Seven couldn't hear me.
I pull up my hood when I reach the main floor, as to not be seen by anyone. To be safe, I pull out my taser from my purse, and walk to my car.
I managed to get in with no trouble, I than began to drive to my apartment, needing some privacy.
I walk up to my door, and unlock it, once getting in, my phone began to buzz. I picked up, dreading the fact that I know who it is. I was right, it was Seven himself. Feeling anger jolt through me, I declined his call. I go straight to my bedroom, and lie on my bed. The dark room being lit up by the fairy lights that hung from my ceiling, it was soothing. This was a nice change in atmosphere.
My phone once again starts beeping, and it was him again. I sigh in frustration, and decline his call. It hurts to do, but I do it anyway because I'm in no shape or form to speak to him. I'm too angry and frustrated right now, I have to calm down first.
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Several minutes later, and I start hearing banging on my door. Shit! I pull out the gun from my bedside drawer, and walk to my front door. When I look in my peephole, I saw the familiar redhead with striped glasses at my door. I put down my gun, and open the door. Seven grips me by the forearms, "What the hell were you thinking?!" He screamed at me, worry and anger in his voice. I pulled his hands off of me, and closed the door before saying, "I thought you could use some alone time. Since I was bothering you." I blankly mock him.
"This isn't time for that!" Seven sighed, looking away from me. "You're so childish! You seriously are such an idiot!" Oh hell no! "Me? Your calling me childish?" I laugh. "You're the one who ran out so obrupptly with out a word! Do you have any idea what danger your in?!" He continued to scream at me.
I sigh, "I do," I tell him. "But that doesn't mean I'm stupid for running out like that. I know how to protect myself, even if I'm blinded by the kind of people I'm dealing with." I tell him sternly. "Still-" I interrupted before he could continue, "No. It's my turn to talk." I gave him a cold stare.
"I have had it! With your childish behavior," I started, "I have been nothing but patient, and calm for you. But you treat me like shit in return. I know you're going through some things, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like this." I felt the frustration bubble in me again. "I am truly sorry, for all the things you've had to endure. I may not understand you, but I care about you. I love you." Tears began to prick my eyes again. "I'm sorry for all the fucking shit I have put you, and the RFA through. It was stupid of me to listen to a complete stranger, but I'm also glad I did it, because I met everyone I care about now." I let out a small smile. "I don't want to leave the RFA, and I never plan on doing it."
I take a deep breath, "I love you 707. I know you feel the same way too. I will never stop giving a shit about you. I know there is another solution to fixing all of this, but I know it won't be easy. Please, just talk to me."
Looking at his face, many emotions clash together. Guilt, sadness, and shock. I am pulled abruptly into a warm hug, and I accept. I feel his tears drip onto my shoulder as he cries to himself. "I'm sorry. For everything." He managed to crack out. "It's fine." I try to reassure him. He pulls himself up to look at me, "What can I do to make it up to you?" He asked. "Just try to open yourself up to me more. That's all I ask for." I smile at him.
"No no! There has to be more I can do." He looks at me like a dog begging for a treat. "Really, there's no need." I tell him, this is a sudden change. He takes ahold of my hands, "Can I... kiss you?" He asks, where the hell is this coming from? My cheeks flush, and I stood there in silence. "O-of course." I smile at him.
His face swiftly comes to mine, and I feel his breath fan my face. His cheeks are flushed pink, and he seems nervous. I move closer to him, it's just a kiss right? His lips softly land on mine, and it's sweet. I feel my heart pick up pace in my chest, and I feel warm. Soon I feel Seven dart his tounge in my mouth, and what was a cute kiss, became a make out session. I tried to pull away, but he kept pulling me back. No! This has to stop! "Seven, please! You're overly emotional right now! We shouldn't be doing this right now!" I tell him.
"But-" He said. "Please! Let's get some rest right now! I think that's what you need!" I help guide Seven to room and have him lay down, and I sit next to him.
