[𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃] 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 | 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦

𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

❝ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ.❞

╰──➤ 𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐

After your fight with Ajax, you ran up to your room and shut the door while you choked back the tears that threatened to burst through. You could hardly breathe, but you tried to steady yourself and regain your composure so you could face Teucer and tell him everything would be okay. You hoped Scaramouche was doing a decent job of comforting him.

You thought back to what you said to your older brother and winced, though you were sure it hurt him much more than it hurt you. What made it worse was that you weren't too caught up in your emotions or anything of the sort. You thought about what you wanted to say to him, and you knew how it would make him feel, but you didn't care. You didn't want to consider his feelings.

Salt burned your eyes as the tears finally escaped and dripped down your face. Your breaths were jagged and uneven as you muffled your quiet sobs with your hand. You shut your eyes tightly, forcing out a few more tears.

After a minute or two, you wiped your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm down. Once you were well enough, you went to your door, intending to go see Teucer. You felt more guilty for yelling so loudly that your little brother could definitely hear. All you wanted was for his childhood to be better, but you were unintentionally making it worse.

You reached to grab the doorknob, but the door swung open before you could touch it. You instinctively took a step back as you saw Scaramouche in the doorway. Seeing him, you were confused.

"What-"

He cut you off by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, capturing you in a warm embrace. Your eyes widened the slightest bit before you gripped him tightly, burying your face in his shoulder. He kept one hand on your head while the other rested on your back.

"Teucer's asleep," he muttered.

Hearing that, your knees buckled and you dropped to the floor, dragging Scaramouche with you. He used one arm to reach backward and shut your bedroom door while your tears stained his shirt. He didn't mind it, since you mattered more than his clothing. Your body quivered with every short breath you took.

"I'm such a horrible person," you sobbed. "Did you hear what I said to him? Oh god, did Teucer hear?"

"I don't think he could tell what you were saying," he replied. "You're not a horrible person, Y/n."

"Yes, I am!" You cried. "Even now, I'm gonna get you sick-"

"I don't care about that."

"I do...!"

He sighed and pushed you back slightly so he could look into your eyes, "Y/n, stop talking like you're the worst thing on the planet. You're one of the nicest people I know; this one thing doesn't make you a horrible person. You're dumber than I thought if you really think that way."