Pragma

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Trigger warning: Self harm, mention of suicide

"Y/n?" Midas asked and knocked on the bedroom door. You'd taken all your stuff from Midas' room and moved back to the room you got when you first got to The Agency, not wanting to be anywhere near Midas.

You ate breakfast earlier than the others, so you didn't have to talk to him, evading him and everything that had anything to do with him, as well as eating lunch by yourself and eating dinner far away from Midas, staying away from him, his office, and his bedroom. Yesterday you ate dinner with Maya, Tina, and Skye in Maya's room.

They'd seen how Midas had hurried to the garage after your fight in his office, he'd yelled at them, and pushed Brutus and Meowscles away from him when they'd tried to stop him, stop him from going back to his old self.

Back to the true womanizer and playboy he was, the Midas Gold he was deep inside, hidden behind good looks and a charming smile, held up by your presence. He'd said it himself, how you'd changed him completely, changed him for the better.

Midas had gone back to the party animal he'd been before he met you, the wild, carefree, arrogant, and selfish young man he was, the one who'd spend thousands of dollars on alcohol and whores 8 out of 7 days a week, never swaying away from the label the press had given him.

When Midas had left the night of his cheating revelation, he'd lived up to his reputation 110%. He'd forced alcohol down his throat, mixing it with some weird pills one of the bodyguards at the club had on him, and as far as you were concerned, Midas had said no to fucking women but said yes to seeing and touching women, getting lap dances from scantily clad strippers at another club he'd driven to after going absolutely crazy at the first one.

"Y/n please open the door, I need to talk to you" Midas said again, gripping the door handle and trying to open your locked door.

"The other agents are gone, they're out on a mission, it's just you and me here, we won't be interrupted, please just let me talk to you" he explained, putting his ear against the door, listening intently, needing to hear even the smallest sound from you. Even a meow from Betty was enough.

It had now been three days since Skye had showed you the video, and Midas had tried to talk to you ever since he left in his Lamborghini.

He was gone all night, and when he returned at 5am he was drunk and on drugs, flailing his gun around with his shirt out of his trousers and his shoes unlaced, and according to Tina and Maya, he was back to the classical Mr. Gold behaviour. The Mr. Gold he was before he met you had apparently resurfaced, and to your fright, he was more promiscuous and carefree than you'd first thought.

"Y/n open the bloody door!" Midas said loudly and slammed one of his fists into the door, frantically moving the door handle up and down in an attempt to open your door.

"Please!" he said desperately, resting his forehead against your door.

"Please" he added lower, sliding down the door and sitting on the floor, leaning up against it.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" Midas said low, trying to hold back a sob. The gold had spread up to his elbows.

"I'm sorry" he cried, finally letting out the tears that had pushed against his will not to cry, hugging his legs while leaning up against your door, trying to get close to you.

"I love you, y/n, I know I'm an idiot, and I am so, so sorry" he cried low against your door, clutching the door handle, accidentally turning it to gold.

"Oh no... no NO NO!" Midas yelled through the tears and got to his feet, staring at his hands, staring at the curse.

"FUCK!" he cried out and desperately gripped his hair, breaking down in front of your door, letting out all the tears and cursing at his hands.