You've never really felt 'settled'. So many boyfriends, so many failed relationships. Maybe you're just selfish, but they never felt enough. Never deep enough. So when you met a man whose smile reminded you of the sun, you were skeptical. Until you...
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Shachi and Penguin and Law's POV
The room was cold. Regardless of the high temperatures sweltering the outside air, Shachi's room was freezing. He laid, spread eagle on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The icy air bit at his scar, the only thing aside from his chest pain that allowed for him to feel something. He blinked, fresh tears released from his eyes to roll down his cheeks. He didn't even make a sound anymore nor did he bother to wipe them away. Fresh ones always came again anyway. His chest hurt; it felt like one of his ribs was caught on his lung. He was well aware why it hurt. Heartbreak was not something he had ever been able to cope with. But this was a just punishment, wasn't it? Not only had he kept his past from her, but he was a criminal. No normal, level headed person would be okay staying around someone like him.
But he missed her. To a point that it was emotionally killing him.
Shachi had gone numb a week ago. Food was not important. Water only came when Penguin forced him. It wasn't fair; Penguin was hurting too and yet he still had to care for his brother. Dark bronze eyes stared at the ceiling fan lazily spinning round and round.
'Maybe I should just die.'
It had been two weeks since (Y/n) had come around. Every so often she would text to check in or ask another question about their past while she tried to piece together her mind. The last thing Shachi wanted to do was gaslight her into coming back, so he simply lied. 'I'm ok' 'just bored' 'went for a drive' 'practicing drums'. She'd be mad at him if she came back, but that was alright. He wanted her to scream at him. Get angry. Say cruel things. Hit him. Cry in frustration. Anything. He just needed to see her, to touch her, hear her. A sharp pang went through him as another piece of his heart broke. That was all the feeling he had left these days; chest pain and cold. Fresh tears fell.
"Shachi." A soft knock at his door. It opened when Shachi didn't answer. "Shachi, I brought you some water."
Penguin looked exhausted. Dark circles rimmed his eyes and his hair was tousled. His usual dazzling jade eyes were the deepest hunter green Shachi had seen in years. He was doing just as bad as his brother, the only difference was Penguin was a high functioning depression case. Shachi just eroded away.
Shachi didn't say anything, just laid there. Frowning, Penguin came over and put the glass on his nightstand before sitting on the bed.
"Can you hear me?" Penguin gently tapped his brother's chest.
