Forever

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Bree wakes up this morning to find her eyes landing directly on Pietro's sleeping figure with his arm laid over her body. She looks up to the ceiling and just stares for the time being as she pushes his arm off and away.

She slowly gets up and makes her way to the bathroom with her phone in hand and closes the door behind her. She places it on the counter with a deep breath and look up at the mirror, more towards the person she sees in front of her. The reflection of a girl Bree can't seem to find anywhere. The body she hates so much and the face she wishes she could rip off and replace with one she deems as pretty, as someone that is truly beautiful, someone she can never even dream of seeing in herself the same way we do. Her mirror is just so deceiving, she can't handle it.

With tears in her beautifully green eyes, Bree uses the bathroom before heading to the living room. She sits on the couch and goes right back to those comments and those videos and right back into the tight grip of that noose around her throat, being strung up by the thousands of people that have made it part of their agenda to torture her mind all day, everyday.

"I mean, honestly, it's really more of a compliment that we're agreeing with her. It shows her that she really does have a brain in that thick skull of hers."

"Okay, but who the hell even likes her anymore? All she ever does is complain."

"She's doesn't mean anything to the Avengers, I don't know why she thinks she even has a chance."

"Fake AF."

"Like she even cares about him. She just likes him because of his speed. Slut."

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"That's so true. She's gotta be fucking him for that. There's no way she actually likes anyone, but herself."

"God I can't stand her and her fucking voice. Why does anyone like her?"

Every word typed behind a screen and never said in person, engraved into her numb brain for her to look back on a million times a day and just break her down even further, sending her into a lifeless frenzy.

-

Bree sits folded in her chair in the corner of her small studio with her notebook positioned in her lap. She's been working on a few new songs for a long while now and in the midst of finishing a certain one.

"I wish I could break the mirror. I wanna disappear."

She scratches that out while taking a deep breath of frustration and searches far in her mind for what she really means.

"I wish I could break the mirror that makes me feel like I should fucking disappear."

"It's eating me alive."

"I won't eat anything... swallowing my pride, so I won't eat anything."

"It's all a lie."

- 

Bree is lying on her side on her couch, curled in a ball and staring blankly at the wall ahead. Pietro sits on the other end with his head laid back, staring at her in silent concern. He goes to reach for her, but pulls back in hesitation.

He fights his doubt and stands up to kneel down in front of her while she watches him with her eyes on his. He grazes his thumb along her cheek and rubs his chin, full of distress. He leans in and places a kiss to her temple before standing back up with a deep breath. He races away and she closes her eyes, just before a stray tear falls out and slides down the bridge of her nose.