It Never Ended With A Smile.

Apology.

⚠️TW: METION OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE⚠️ Translation for the Russian will be at the bottom of the part.

Smiley was waiting for Victor to come apologize first but that never happened. Victor didn't want to acknowledge that fact that what he said was wrong. Smiley was still in the hospital. A small part of him hoped that Victor would come to visit. That also never happened. Victor couldn't stand to see Smiley, knowing that he told Smiley to kill himself. He secretly hoped that Smiley didn't listen to him but he knew that Smiley did whatever Victor told him to do. So there was a big chance that Smiley did end up committing suicide. Victor ended up getting a call from Helena a week after the fight, she kept telling him to go apologize but Victor refused.

"Your misery and hate is going to end up killing him, Victor. And you know it will," she told him.

"I know. I know. I just don't know how to fix what I've done. I really need help." Victor admitted. "I want him to know that I really do care about him but with what I said he's going to hate me even more than he already does."

Smiley didn't hate Victor more. He was just upset that he would say something like that while he was in the hospital. If anything, Smiley was growing to love Victor. Even though he constantly threatens him, there's something about the man that makes Smiley feel loved and protected. Something that he didn't feel before he met Victor.

After a four hour call with Helena, Victor decided to go see Smiley. Helena ultimately convinced him to apologize saying that the boy is going to distance himself more than he already does just because of what Victor said. When Victor arrived at the hospital he suddenly got really nervous. The nurse led him to Smiley's room and walked away. Victor sighed and knocked on the door. No response. He knocked again. Still no response. He tried for a third time. This time he heard a voice say come in. It didn't sound like Smiley though, but once Victor came in he realized that it was him. He looked dead. Victor was starting to think that his mind was messing with him again. There was no way that the boy looked like this while he was alive. Smiley's eyes were as red as they could possibly be and under his eyes were these dark purple, almost black, bruises. His hand was covered in small cuts and bruises as well. His skin was as pale as a ghost. He had been crying, Victor could tell that much. He didn't know where all the bruises and cuts came from though.

"Victor!" his voice was faint. He stared into Victor's eyes the same way he did whenever he wanted Victor to stop hurting him. Victor didn't say anything in return. He didn't know what to say or how to feel. He could only think of one question.

"Did you do this to yourself?" Victor asked. Panic instantly took over Smiley's face. He shook his head no.

"You know I don't like the thought of self harm. You should know I wouldn't do it even if you told me to."

Which was true. Smiley wasn't the one to harm himself. Only other people. That's a strict rule he placed upon himself at the age of eleven. After he lost his best friend to suicide.

"Then what happened. Tell me." Victor was curious as to what happened with Smiley. He seemed hesitant. As if he didn't want to say it.

"Well...they um...hurt me. The same way you do. Did? Do? I don't know. But they would come in with small knives and cut my hand and they would hit me with things until my skin turned red. Then bruises would form and they would say something and walk out. And now your here...um sorry if I offended you with the first part. I didn't mean to," Smiley stopped talking. He could tell that Victor was beyond mad.

"Okay...anything else?" he asked. Smiley shook his head again. Smiley was stable enough to go home so Victor asked a nurse if he could be discharged. She said yes and soon Smiley was back in the wild.