you're holding me and holding back. | 暗黙の
a scaramouche x reader au where you experience your first heartbreak. as you try to move on just like any other person would do, fate, or the devil in this case, has other plans. what's in it for the both o...
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'what is she doing here...?'
"may i help you?" after a few seconds of contemplation, y/n finally decided to ask.
"don't fret, y/n. i'm just here to ask you a few questions."
'and what could she possibly want from me...'
"okay."
y/n moved to the side and gestured her to walk in. mona quietly observed, confusion filling up her mind.
seeing scaramouche's motherin broad daylight, casually walk inside the dorm of his ex is not exactly a regular sight to witness, right?
ei gently took a seat on the couch and y/n followed, sitting across. mona was already out of sight as she figured it was a private conversation she wasn't involved in.
a long awkward silence filled up the uneasy atmosphere until ei spoke. "is it true? is my son not dating you anymore?"
oh.
"no, he isn't." y/n answered rather quickly.
"was it mutual? or did he suddenly cut off terms with you?"
"the latter."
"oh..."
why was she even asking this in the first place? why did she suddenly care? y/n had so many questions in her head.
"i came here to ask you how he's doing, but i never thought he would actually break off terms with you."
"why?" y/n slightly narrowed her gaze at the figure. why does she suddenly want to know how her son is doing?
ei sighed, "i might have been too harsh on him that day, i am unable to contact him anymore."
harsh on him? what did she do?
"i guess he blocked you?"
"blocked me...? what does that mean?"
are you kidding me.
"uh, never mind that. why does he not contact you anymore?"
ei paused and looked down for a moment, articulating the sentences in her head before opening her mouth to speak again. she hesitantly explained y/n whatever happened on that day, the paintings, the break-up, meanwhile y/n could only listen with a straight face, avoiding the tiniest bit of emotions that she was feeling inside.
