A mix of the lot [Oc Stories]

"goodbye."😭 [E.C.H.O x NB/GN Reader]

A/N;

[ Before we start, I know it's another angst story but @LunaCreepypasta13 wanted it. also warning; there is arguing and such. ]

It was a normal day, unlike any other, you were driving home from work and were tired. Your boyfriend, E.C.H.O, was already at home cleaning up. He had a bad day and was stress cleaning.

You pull up into the driveway of your shared home, and you could already hear him moving stuff around. he wasn't ever one to be quiet. It annoyed you but you dealt with it since you loved him so much. You unlocked the brown door and walked in.

"I'm home!" You called out in a cheery tone, hoping maybe you'd be able to calm the god down. You took your shoes off at the doorway and placed them on the shoe rack near the door. Walking down the hallway that opens up to a dining room and kitchen you see him. The 6'5, pink-haired god stress sweeping the floor.

"Hello." He replied. his voice deep and angry, you knew this tone too well, since he had anger issues and was usually mad but he never took it out on you, since you usually knew a way to calm him down. today wasn't a usual day.

"What happened?" You asked shortly, cutting to the chase of the issue at hand.

"Nothing. I'm fine." He answered. He gripped the broom tighter, the interaction was pissing him off even more. You noticed this yet you kept trying to get him to talk since you wanted to know why he was mad. He shifted his angry gaze onto you, his orange and grey eyes staring you down like a cat glares at a mouse. You practically were a mouse in this situation, tiny and weak compared to the tall god.

"Are you sure? maybe we can go relax on the couch?" You offered, wanting him to calm down. you nervously fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. you reached forward to touch him but he quickly moved away. You moved your hand back.

"Don't touch me." He snapped, he wasn't loud but he was stern. he put the broom against the wall and sighed to himself. He glared at you again.

"Sorry.." You replied, you didn't know what you could do to help.

"Don't apologize. don't- don't fucking do anything. ok? i can't deal with you right now. just- leave. go to a different room and leave me alone." He snapped again, this time he yelled. Seeing the god mad was a scary time. you took a step back as tears started to form in your eyes. His gaze felt unsafe, you felt unsafe. he didn't know just how scary he was. you know understand how his victims must've felt before they died. You ended up running to the bedroom, sobbing your heart out.

An hour or two later you came back down, Echo was nowhere to be seen. you assumed he'd left for training and just didn't tell you. why would he? he was obviously too pissed off to talk to anyone currently.

Echo on the other hand, after leaving you a letter on the kitchen table, had left for good. He felt like the worse boyfriend ever so he decided to leave. He was currently driving his Motorbike back to his old apartment, which he still had rented out for his job. After reaching the apartment he almost broke the door by slamming it closed behind him. He saw an old punching bag in the corner and took advantage of it. by the end of the punching the bag was nothing more than sand and broken leather on the floor. He sighed to himself as he flopped down on the old dusty couch, not soon after breaking into tears from what had just happened. Thinking to himself

"Shit shit shit, why did I yell at them? Why??? I could've just contained my stupid rage for 5 minutes while explaining to them why.. at least they'll be safer and happier without me around."

Flashing back to you.

You walked into the dining room and noticed a piece of paper on the table. it reads;

"Dear sweetness

I feel awful for snapping at you, I am truly and utterly sorry. I wish I could make it up to you but I can't. so I'm leaving. 

You'll never see me again, I've left and you can't reach me anymore. 
Goodbye.

- E.C.H.O"

You burst into tears as you read the last few words. the pain you felt in your chest was immersible. unable to process the hurt, you fell to the ground, leaning against the back of a dining chair, sobbing your eyes out again. the pain of the letter was too bad.

you knew you'd never see him again, cause once he said that, he meant it. you hoped this was just a bad dream but you knew it wasn't. 

the end