LOVE OF MY LIFE - F. HARGREEVES³ - THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

𓂀 𝔸 𝕊𝔼𝕏𝕐 𝔹𝔸𝔹𝕐 𓂀

"𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨, 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱."

ℑ𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔜/𝔑 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.

☬ 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 ☬

That night, Y/N had taken a hot shower. She guessed warmth was all she craved for, considering she had lost him a long time ago. She got out of the shower, wrapping the white fluffy towel around her body. She looked in the mirror. Water droplets settled on her thick lashes. She took notice of her pale honey skin. She saw as the leftover bruises from the woods slowly faded away. She looked into her red eyes and realized and she needed a comfortable sleep. She turned to the side of the counter, seeing the maroon pajamas Harlow had left her.

Victoria had decided to give up her bed, and take the couch. Y/N objected, but the superstar insisted, and the girl had no choice but to accept.

Victoria's room was very neutral, but it had it's few glamorous touches. The walls were a light grayish blue color. It reminded Y/N of the bittersweet times during her days alone in the city. She had her fun, but she'd always wake up alone.

The lamp on the white wooden side table was a soft beige, letting out a warm and kind light around the beautiful walls. The white bookshelf covered with light blue and glittery purple stars blended into the walls perfectly, filled with navy blue and brown covered books. Pictures and polaroids were set in empty spaces.

As Y/N stood in the doorway, she looked at the desk that matched the side table. On the corner of the desk was a black shiny vase, filled with lavender, which made Y/N think about the precious moments she only ever lived in her dreams.

She slowly walked toward the bed. Placing her hand on the mattress, she sighed in content. Thankful that none of this was a dream.
The sheets on the bed were white, and covered in small black spades. So were the pillow cases. She lifted the soft, thick, gray blanket, laying herself on the bed.

She lied there, listening to the cars honk in the distance. She remembered the sounds when she had her own apartment. She liked organization and coziness. She didn't like chaos. Maybe people saw her that way because of how she dealt with situations. She did have a tendency to snap. She wouldn't deny that was bad on her part. But she had all the time in the world to fix it.

She looked up at the ceiling. Then she reached for the light, pulled the string, and went to bed in the darkness.

She opened her eyes. She still laid in a bed, but one that wasn't hers. She sat up, confused. She turned her head, seeing the window, and quickly lifting the blinds. A starry night. Buildings, lit. But no people. Scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, she got out of bed. Looking around the room, the room was poorly decorated, and smelled like a grandmother's dusty abandoned room, mixed with rotting roses.

She ran towards the brown wooden door. Opening it, she ran down the hall.

"Hello!" She yelled. Her voice echoed.