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- 2021 words - angst 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. Pierson/Fem!Reader ______
𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.
He doesn't hide it. He could never, even if he were to try. The dooming mix of pain and adrenaline beginning to blossom in his chest knock him too far off the tracks to allow him to cover it up in any way. Suddenly, he feels the numbness that's taken ahold of his body lift away and give into something that burns all over.
It doesn't take long for you to notice the pair of dark orbs watching intently. Pierson sees you visibly stir as you realize who he is.
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦. A horrible situation, strong compassion at the wrong time, and it all lead to the wrong choices. Mistakes he could've never amend for. Mistakes that broke him apart.
Both of you don't know what to do. You had never expected to see eachother again after all these years. And neither have you expected it to still hurt this much.
He almost gives in to the feeling of weakness that washes over him. A feeling that almost pulls him to his knees. Something sits on his shoulders suddenly, heavy and unforgiving. Shame and cravings he'd hoped had long subsided. One look and it all reignites, burns him all over, reminds him where exactly the scars lay, even after all these years.
You were always the stronger one. And it's to no surprise it's you who takes yourself a heart and marches over. A bubble forms in the back of his throat, and as he tries to swallow, it pops,- sends needles into his throat and it stings so bad he wants to throw up.
Then you're right here, infront of him.
A ghost of his past. Long lost but never forgotten. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫? The smell of coffee is secondary, as a scent tingles his nose that throws him back years. Back when it was all better. It makes him yearn long nights in your arms, warm embraces and tender kisses. These memories send shivers down his spine, and they are certainly not the good kind.
"𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚. How long has it been?"
Your voice has changed. It's still silky soft, but he recognizes a dullness to it that was never there before. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐥. Even on someone like you.
"I'm glad to see you're alive."
"I-. ." He loses his voice for just a moment. Clearing his throat silently, he wills himself to go on. "Same goes for you."
A small smile appears on your lips. He stares at it. Misses it.
