If You Don't (Fyodor X OC)

Deep Connections and Mutual Understandings

"𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎"

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"Goodmorning," Fyodor chirped from behind me. I could hear him slide onto one of the kitchen stools and set is laptop down.

"I wouldnt call it a good one," I mumbled as I attempted to grab a mug from the cabinet. Both of the men who reside here are quite tall compared to me, so naturally everything was on a higher shelf than I'd like. I stood up on my tippy toes, desperately trying to reach the cup.

"Is something the matter?" he asked as he shuffled over to grab the cup for me. He reached it with ease and handed it to me.

I let out a heavy sigh, giving a brief smile as i took the mug from him. "I've just been dealing with a lot lately," I admitted.

Fyodor propped his hands on the counter and leaned his back against it. He kept his gaze to me with a soft look. "Does it have anything to do with your refusal to leave your bed the other day?" He asked innocently.

I nodded, grabbing the coffee pot and pouring some of its contents into the mug. "In a way, yeah. I was grieving. My brother died, and he was just about the only person I truly cared about"

"I understand," He responded plainly. He probably didnt know what to say, and I couldnt blame him. What do you really tell someone who is grieving? There's the basic 'Im sorry for your loss,' or 'it'll get better with time,' but who really says those things anymore? We all know that its not what the grieving want to hear. In conclusion, there really isnt anything you can say to them unless you can magically bring the dead back to life, and Fyodor was thankfully not ignorant to that fact.

"Would you like to go out and do something today?" He asked with a lighter, more pleasant tone as I stirred some creamer around in my cup.

"What for?" I raised a brow and brought the mug up to my lips. I blew on it gently, watching the ripples form on the surface.

"You are distressed, and I am afraid that the events of the gathering the other night likely made it worse. Allow me to make it up to you, and thoroughly apologize," he looked sincere as he gazed at me.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips before I took the first sip of my coffee. I swallowed it with a smile before setting the cup down on the counter. "Fyodor, that wasnt your fault. You handled it the best you could"

"She was a guest in our home; one that I had invited, therefore she was my responsibility. I should not have allowed her to disturb you," He affirmed.

I put my hand on his shoulder in an attempt to ease his guilt. "Its quite alright. You dont need to beat yourself up over it. However, I would love to go out somewhere and watch the sunset before the snow falls. Can we do that?" I tossed him a bone. Quite frankly, I was okay with just staying home and watching the waves crash along the shore, but I had a feeling that he wouldnt let this go unless i gave him the opportunity to make it up to me.

"We may. I know the perfect spot for such things," he nodded.

"Ill go get dressed then," I smiled at him before making my way to my bedroom.

I must say, Fyodor really stayed true to his promise. He brought me to a field of hills and grass, with beautiful trees surrounding us. Behind us were small mountains that people were hiking and sky gliding from, and in the field with us were a few families with children running around. It was almost surreal in a way. All of us were here just to catch a break from our home lives, just searching for peace, and somehow we all ended up here in this small patch of earth.