Soulmates Bernard x fem!reader

Pleasant Neighbors- Chapter 2

A/N: (For Bernard, I imagine his aesthetic to be Dark Academia)

Bernard's POV

I thought about the woman at the museum, she was...She was... pretty. Very pretty... Gorgeous even. I knew her from somewhere. In a magazine? Maybe, she is pretty enough to be a model. There is a runway about a block away from my apartment complex. I sat down on the beige couch in my apartment when I noticed it. It was Metro-man and her on the first page of a magazine from a month ago. 

That makes sense, That was Metro-man's friend. That's why she was at the museum. There was a big scandal last year. Between that one news reporter and her, I think her name is (Y/N). It was a big lie, however. The publication that wrote the article made up all of it.  

To sum up a long and ridiculous story, Metro-man was dating both and something about a "cat fight." The whole thing was cleared up later, but still, the whole thing was pointless.

I was supposed to be getting a package today; I ordered a few books. It was not here, the landlord has cameras in the halls, so they can show me if someone stole it. When I opened the door I saw the woman who had just plagued my mind for an hour. She was holding a package, her makeup was slightly smudged. I felt very excited to see her at my door. I didn't show it. Keeping my composure I asked, "Yes?"

"Well, your package was delivered to my door," She said nervously. She looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. Her eyes looked glassy, like when someone had cried type of glassy.

"Was it," I said. I didn't know what to say. A part of me wanted to invite her in, another part wanted me to be suspicious. I felt nervous.

"It was," She snapped, a bit annoyed as she held out the box, her bitterness towards me made me feel as if I was burning. I took it from her and said a small 'thank you. Our hands brushed each other, I could feel the warmth of her skin. She hummed in response and made her way down the hallway. My eyes followed after her. Why did I want her to stay in the first place? I thought she was beautiful, but it couldn't be for a reason as shallow as that. I wasn't that person. No, It wasn't like that.

I closed my door, Heat rushed to my face. It was like I had just run a marathon, my heart beat like it was trying to escape my chest, My body ached. For now, I will chalk it up to primal infatuation, that seemed to be the right phrase. Where did this come from?

Infatuation seems like the right word in this sense anyway. Even a shallow infatuation. I rubbed the nape of my neck. I never had been attracted to anyone. My mundane and predictable life seemed boring to me now, not a comfort like it was only 2 hours ago. I craved something new, I craved the excitement that this attraction could bring. It was insane that in a little less than two hours my entire life was turned on its head. The predictability of my life, that I had strived so hard to achieve, was undesirable, and repulsive. This change frightened me a bit, how fast I could change. Gross, how pretentious. 

This change was fast, unpredictable, and scary. I knew few things for certain, my life could not be the same after this, and I had to follow through with my feelings. Then I knew that thinking about this made me feel warm. There were way more things I didn't know, how she felt, towards me, about her late friend. Those were the important things that needed to be answered. The less important things were why. However, it would be nice to know.

The first chance I got I needed to speak to her, I didn't know when that would be. So I couldn't waste time. Who knew if she had even wanted to talk to me after our last encounter?

"I had to try," I whispered to myself as I climbed into my bed, not even bothering to finish anymore of my nightly routines. All of my thoughts were focused on someone else. Soon enough I surprisingly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up around 7:00 am as I always did. It was part of the routine that I don't think I could give up, even with my evolving emotions. 

I changed myself into a light gray turtleneck sweater, khakis pants, and a black trench coat. I think people would call this "dark academia". I went to my small kitchen. I felt ecstatic to make breakfast. It seemed like an arduous task. If I did see her today I would have to be nice, approachable, and perhaps apologize for my behavior from yesterday. Things I should have been to her in the first place.

I am a blunt person; It does not matter, I was still rude. 

I made my way to the elevator, and stepped in. (Y/N) ran towards the elevator in a rushed panic. Like in the cliché movies, I placed my foot in the way to keep it from closing. She stepped in and huffed a small Thank you.

It's now or never, "I'm sorry for being rude." she stared at me, her beautiful (E/C) eyes fixed on me. That made me feel good, her eyes were on me.

"Um-" she hummed out. She fiddled with the loose papers in her hands, haphazardly putting them into a folder. Now would be a great time to strike up a conversation. Just go for it! What should I say? I don't want to make her uncomfortable. I shifted my hands to my pockets, keeping my body language open and calm.

"So, you work at the Metro-Man Museum." She said

"Yeah, I'm the curator," I responded. The conversation is going well. The elevator doors opened. We stepped out in sync and started in the same direction.

"You were friends with Metro-Man?" I asked.

"Is that why you're sorry because my famous best friend died." She said in a harsh tone, and we stopped moving. The same burning feeling from yesterday showed up again. Every time she's been annoyed with me I felt like I was standing on fire. Like my body had a rash towards the anger she felt towards me.

"That's not how I meant it at all," I said,

A/N: AYOO. Hope you guys like this better than the original.