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𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗

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Quackity x Reader

Two years, and you still look the same

Quackity stared at Y/n who stood before him in surprise. He hadn't seen her in two years. He had to think about it for a moment. Two years. For seven hundred and thirty entire days, she was absent from his life. And yet, she still looked the exact same as he remembered her. Gorgeous e/c eyes, and that h/c hair that he always adored, cut in the exact same way. It was almost like he'd frozen time.

Wide blinking eyes look at me the same way

Quackity and Y/n stared at each other, wide eyed. To say Quackity and Y/n were no longer in love with each other would be far from the truth. They were both still head over heels for the other, they'd still look at each other the same way, despite their time apart. The love that they once had was too powerful to ignore, and too strong to leave them. It was like mere days had passed, rather than years. Their adoration for the other was still so strong.

Do my lips take you back to June?

Quality remembered the summer that he had shattered his lover's heart. He didn't mean for it, but there was no other way to get around it. Schlatt has threatened to hurt her if he continued to go out to see her, and so, he stopped. He couldn't bear the thought of him hurting her. Even the thought made his heart race in fear.

He stared at Y/n longingly and pursed his lips. If only.

Do my lips make you miss me, too?

Y/n stared back at Quackity with that same longing face. If only she understood how much he missed her. Perhaps their fates would have changed. But, alas, life was not so simple. Some truths were never spoken aloud. Such was the case in their instance.

Y/n still believed that Quackity must have hated her, the reason being unknown. He'd told her that he loathed her the last time they'd spoken, on that fateful summer. It had altered her entire life. She was no longer the sweet, kind girl who visited her lover at night. Instead, she was a heartbroken shell, desperate to find out what could have gone wrong. She never did.

Tell me if the years are all gone

Y/n wanted to ask Quackity what he thought of her then- what he thought of her now, and why. The words that he had said to the poor female still pierced her like salt in an open wound whenever he mind wandered back to them. She had so, so many questions. Why would he have met her every night if he truly hated her? Why did he say he hated her?

Is the moon still in love with the sun?

Quackity remembered the story his parents used to tell him, of the moon and the sun. How the sun would die every night, simply to let the moon breath.

In situations like these, he felt like the sun. Perhaps the moon protested sometimes and wanted the sun to stay with her, failing to understand that if he did, he'd hurt her. Perhaps the sun wept every night, desperately wanting to join the moon. Perhaps he wished that he and the moon could finally be together in the same sky, instead of chasing each other for eternity.

But the sun never got what he wished for, and neither did Quackity.

Do you still keep counting my sins?

Quackity wondered what Y/n thought of him. Did she hate him? It would only make sense. He had only truly caused her pain. He simply wished that he could reverse it somehow.

Will your heart ever forgive my skin?

Quackity wondered, could Y/n forgive for what he had done? It was a selfish thought, this much was certain, but he couldn't help it. He loved her, so much so that he sacrificed his heart in place for her safety.

All he wanted was forgiveness, though. Was that so hard to ask for? Yes, a voice inside him whispered. You deserve every bit of pain that you feel. You did this.

How many more first kisses?

The silence between the two of them was so loud. Perhaps it would simply be better to fill it.

"Y/n," Quackity whispered gently, as if if he spoke any louder, he would risk shattering her like glass.

"Quackity," Y/n mirrored in that same voice.

Are you gonna watch me pick up the pieces?

So many words to be said, so little truly uttered.

"You look the same."

Y/n awkwardly rubbed her forearm, offering Quackity a shy glance. It was a considerably kind gesture, seeing as she was speaking to the man to who broke her heart.

"Yes," she croaked out.

I know you miss the furrow in my brow

No other words were muttered. The two were afraid- terrified- of what the other may think of them.

How unfortunate it was, to see two people who were so fond of each other once, to now be standing in such an awkward silence. It was almost cruel, the universe somehow drawing them together. It was best that they stayed apart.

And I could be in your arms now.

They truly were like the sun and the moon, destined to live each other forever, but to never get their happy ending.

It was truly quite sad, but they were a match made in heaven, and they were in earth.