It was Fate

Healing

Venable's pov

I didn't know what to say to her, I didn't think she'd want to talk to me. I mean after all I was just creepily outside her door while she was masturbating.

I shouldn't have invaded on a private moment like that. But as I was walking past checking to make sure people were in there rooms and getting ready for bed I heard moaning.

And when I heard my name I got curious, especially because it was her room. I wasn't going to infringe but curiosity got the better of me. I figured if she didn't see or hear me there, that it wouldn't matter.

So I quietly opened the door and saw her with her head thrown back. I watched her cum into her hand and wished that was me making her feel like that.

When she got up I didn't know what to do so I left the door cracked open and tried walking away quickly. But I couldn't move as fast as I wanted to, I wished I could run but my back prevented it.

I was hoping she didn't notice but I heard her door creak open. I didn't have the balls to turn around and I was hoping she'd think it was just a coincidence.

But I heard her whisper to herself and even though I couldn't hear what she said I knew she knew. So I've just been trying to avoid her because I don't want to make her uncomfortable.

I mean I'm sure she never intended for me to find her and it was probably just a one time thing. But I couldn't help thinking that maybe she wanted the same thing as me.

And I also wondered what turned her on about me so much? I mean I was very regular, excruciatingly plain and I was a bitch to everyone.

Not her though, I really liked her and it pained me to be anything but pleasant when it came to her...

Your pov

It had been weeks and she still had yet to speak to me. Even when I saw her in the hallway alone she passed by me without a word.

She wouldn't even look at me, I had really fucked up. Now it was awkward, she probably felt so uncomfortable seeing me like that. I mean for all I knew she was probably too disgusted by me to be around me in general.

I had been overthinking about it ever since that night. I had finally decided that I needed to speak to her about it, if she was disgusted by me I would be hurt.

But I would understand and I just needed to know what she was thinking once and for all. I had planned on going to her office to talk to her before I went to sleep for the night.

When I went to speak to her anxiety coursed through my veins like a drug. Partially propelling me to cease it and find out the answers to my questions. While also telling every cell in my body to turn around and leave it alone.

I got to the door and I heard a muffled conversation so I decided to wait around the corner. Just in case it was Mead, I didn't want her to see me waiting outside her office and ask me what I was doing.

She was such a stickler for us being in our room at a certain time like we had a curfew. It's not like we could even 'go out' so I didn't understand but whatever.

After a few minutes of waiting a man had come out, I think his name was Michael. He had come earlier in the day to interview each of us for some new outpost.

I presumed they were speaking about that and who would be selected and whatnot. That didn't even matter in that moment I just waited until I was sure he was long gone to knock on her door.

I heard her sniffling and just opened the door assuming she didn't hear me anyway. She had her back turned to the door and her dress was zipped down. "Are you ok?" I asked softly, slowly walking towards her.

"Get out!" She yelled, I kept slowly approaching her. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly, I was right behind her now. I could see her twisted spine and instantly knew that's why she was crying.

That's why she has the cane I thought to myself. I put a hand on her shoulder and she flinched.
"I said get out" she said softly, attempting miserably and hiding her sobs.

I slowly zipped up her dress "are you in pain?" I said walking around to stand in front of her. She didn't respond, I lightly hugged her being careful not to put pressure on her back.

She fell into my arms and sobbed, I held her until she was calm. "Just breathe. In through the nose and out through the mouth" I said slowly as I breathed with her.

She pulled away after a few minutes and wiped her eyes. She was a looking at the ground "why?" She asked simply. "Why what?" I asked confused, "why are you so... why did you stay?"

She asked softly trying not to cry again. "Because everyone needs someone and you needed someone in this moment. I was here, so I helped..." I said sincerely.

She looked up at me, tears still threatening to spill from her eyes. "I'm sorry for yelling at you" she said, "it's ok, I can't imagine how hard it must be for you to have been exposed like that. I don't know why someone would do that" I said quietly.

"People have always made fun of me" she started, she sat on a nearby couch and I sat next to her. "They've humiliated me my entire life, that's why I'm such a bitch. I had to stand up for myself, everyday was... is like a fight. I guess I'm just bitter because I'm ugly and wish I didn't have this condition" she says looking at the ground.

"You're not ugly" I say reassuringly. She shook her head "I am, you don't have to try to make me feel better. You've done enough, I'll be alright you can go to bed" she said plainly.

"Look at me" I said softly, she didn't move, "look at me now" I said sternly. She turned her head and I held her face in both my hands. I wiped away a few tears before starting, "you are beautiful, this condition doesn't make you any less than what you are. You had to defend yourself on a daily basis and it's hard to switch out of that. But not everyone is out to get you... I want you to know just how beautiful you are" I said pushing a hair that had fallen out of her perfect hairdo behind her ear.

She gave me a weak smile, "why are you so nice to me?" She asked softly almost silently. "Because you deserve kindness... and love. I can tell your life has been filled with pain and you don't need anymore" I said sincerely.

She laid her head on my chest and I held her until she let go. I asked if she was ok to be alone before I headed back to my room to sleep. She said she was ok and I walked her to her room before going back to mine.

She kissed me before I left and I smiled back at her. We didn't talk about what happened but I don't think we needed to.

I think we both understood what the other felt and if that was going to go anywhere it would and if not it wouldn't.

But at least we could talk to each other now.

A/N
I hate talking about her back in stories I usually just omit that part so I can make her not ✨traumatized✨ but alas here we are

I really hope you enjoyed this though and the story is finished so I'm really just finally proofreading and posting the parts the hardest portion is picking the names for the chapters like ughh

But if anyone read through my babble have a good day/night and you are loved 💕