𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 || 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 - DISCONTINUED

Satan - Meant to be

Sorry for the long ass update, here I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it,,,,

This is a lil diff frm what I usually write, but nevertheless, I hope you feel better after reading this chap,,,

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You were freaking pissed. Nothing was going your way. The week had been hell and without your best friend there with you, you had experienced a more than hellish week. It was still fine anyway, because you were partly mad at her.

She had kind of stopped hanging out with you and preferred to spend more time with her friends. Which was fine, because it's not like she wasn't allowed to have friends, but it would be nice if she looked over her shoulder and talked to you once in a while. It was fun hanging out with all of them, but sometimes you just wanted it to be both you and her, not everyone all together.

To make matters worse you had sort of burst at her earlier about the matter and she had claimed that she couldn't help it. She did offer a potential solution, but you weren't completely satisfied with it. Even then, she disliked confrontation and so it was hard for both of you to have a proper conversation without either her or you taking stuff the wrong way.

Lastly, right after a few days of the fight, you had been whisked off to Devildom with no way of talking to her.

Today, you just couldn't get through without breaking down. Whenever you got too emotional, you would cry. Maybe that was something that overwhelmed your friend. She wasn't one to openly share her emotions so it was awkward for her when you did. Your outburst caused the drift between you two. Even though it was your fault, you always accepted her flaws and faults so why couldn't she do the same? Why did she always have to put some distance between you both when being close was all you needed in the moment? You understood her point of view, and maybe you were being selfish wanting it to go back to the way it was, but you couldn't help it.

She was your best friend. You cared too much about her. You wanted to be with her always, even though certain circumstances rendered it impossible. Was it so much to ask for that both of you hang out together once in a while without anyone else disrupting the moment? You only wanted it because you didn't want to lose her. You were too afraid to even think about it, which was why you always put up with her when she was being nasty and cranky or difficult. Still, you loved her for what she was regardless of how she affected your life.

By that point, you were sobbing in your room, face buried in the pillow.

Maybe you were the problem? No. It wasn't always you. You had the tendency to blame yourself too much. Maybe this time it was her? What if it actually was one of your silly habits?

She seemed too tired to even text sometimes. Even though you played it off with a smile on your face, you felt broken inside most days. Why did you feel like this? With one simple conversation it would be mended. However that wasn't the case.

God- Diavolo, what was happening? One moment was happy and the next, when you opened up about your problem, it got weird. The next thing you know, you two were spending time apart from each other. This was exactly why you kept stuff inside. You didn't open up to many people and instead bottled up all your negative emotions inside. That was a bad decision. When they did come out, someone or the other got badly affected by it.

You wondered if you should keep yourself quiet for the future experiences.

No. You couldn't do that either.

Even though your sudden emotional outbursts overwhelmed her, she was going to have to accept it. Hell, she was supposed to accept it and not back out. Friends are supposed to be there for each other to help them through problems.

She wasn't really like you, personality wise, so you tried your hardest to make it comfortable for her. Maybe you were the only one trying. No. She always tried. She was always the one to calm you down and give you rational advice. Always the one to listen to your rants and lend you her shoulder for support. She was always the one to give a proper reply to your interests that didn't concern her.

She really was the best. You two were perfect together. In trying not to change it, you had messed it up. It was high time that you realised that relationships weren't all unicorns and rainbows.

So why couldn't you accept it?

Satan stood outside the door, listening to the soft sobs. He felt sad too. Listening to you crying made his heart ache. His lover was sad and angry. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to help but didn't know how to.

Clenching his jaw, he dug his fingernails into his palm. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

He knocked on the door. Three raps later and about a full minute, you emerged somewhat stopping yourself from bursting into tears.

"I don't know why you're sad and angry, but I think I've got a solution for you." He said, not giving you time to formulate an answer.

Grasping you by the hand, and intertwining his fingers and yours, you were forced to go along with him.

"Ugh Tannie, stop it!" You exclaimed not wanting to be dragged.

"Sorry, but just get in. No one will see you if that's what you're afraid of."

Letting out a grunt of disapproval, you got in his car and crossed your arms. Not able to continue being angry, you fell asleep in the car.

Unbeknownst to you, he hugged you and held you tight before driving to a demolished building. The windows were partly broken and the paint had almost peeled off. There was a lot dust and broken debris on the ground. Construction tape wrapped around the entire site. Spare hammers, rusty bent nails, special construction helmets.

When you finally woke up, you looked at the sight absolutely confused and even more irritated.

"Uhmmm, what am I looking at?" You asked, bewildered.

"Well, I always come here or rather any construction site to make myself feel better." Satan sighed and gazed at you.

"Soooo, what am I supposed to do?" You asked, still not understanding it.

Picking up a hammer, he held it out towards you. Picking up one for himself, he put on the helmet and ran straight towards the wall and crashed his hammer into the brick. A rumble was heard, as a very evident crack appeared.

Getting it now, you picked up the hammer as you smashed it into one of the unbroken windows rather harshly. It shattered with a loud sound. Both of you continued till you couldn't pick up the hammer anymore.

Laughing a little at how violent it was and how well Satan knew you, you got  in the car.

As he started driving away, only one sentence was uttered through the rest of ride followed my two mutual understanding smiles.

"You really do get me."