Forever

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One morning, Bree leaves the kitchen from pouring herself a glass of water and heads towards the living room, where Pietro sits with his head back, staring at the TV. She passes him while brushing her hand up his arm and along his shoulder and cheek and he looks up at her for a moment as she keeps moving.

She places her glass on the table and sits on the other side of the couch and lays down with her head on a fluffy pillow. She bends her knees up and pulls out her phone to go scrolling through random things.

Though, her curiosity got the better of her and she headed for the comments and reactions on her last interview, which, as we all know, has always been a horrible idea. It triggers the worst of her and she knows this, but she can't help wanting to know the kind of nonscence that is being typed by peoples sticking little fingers.

"What's with the bitchy attitude?"

This one just made her smile a bit with a raised brow, honestly just confused on that.

"Rich bitch entitlement. She gets whatever she wants and I guess that means she gets the guy too? Huh. Weird."

"She so full of herself. No wonder people thought she was pregnant, she's a bitch."

Bree rubs her chin as she reads on and covers her mouth with the back of her hand, slowly growing more and more frustrated by every comment.

"The fact that she think Pietro's gonna want to spend the rest of his life with someone like her is the most laughable thing I have ever heard."

"That prince charming part was the comedic relief I needed."

"How can she say all this about not taking her medication? Does she really not know how many young people look up to her? Imagine being so self-centered. Couldn't be me."

She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut as a silent tear slips out and her breathing goes heavier. It's gotten to her head now. How could she be so stupid to forget? She should've helped people more. So insensitive.

""He forgave me too easily and I don't know why." Yeah, it's called mental manipulation and abuse."

The disbelief that smacks her in the face just then is the most she's felt in a good minute. She laughs a bit at the audacity of this person to assume something horrific before it crosses her mind that maybe this is true. She hits her thumb nail to her front teeth as the cries get worse and she starts to shake.

Her fast movements pull Pietro from the screen as she sits up and tosses her phone behind her. She stands with a pink and teary face and her hands to her temples while breathing uncontrollably fast.

"Bree?" His brows furrow and pauses the TV.

"Do you feel like I'm manipulating you?" She sighs with a sniffle.

"What?" He grimaces and she covers her face with a breathless sob.

He grabs her phone while standing to see what she was looking at and only catches a glimpse of the line of comments before he puts it back down and shakes his head.

"Bree." He calls as she steps further away with panick in her steps. "Bree, why're do you do this to yourself?"

"I don't know!" She sobs harder. "I can't...I can't help..."

She struggles to get a word out before she grabs the back of the armchair and kneels down to hang off of it.

"I wanna lash out so bad." She grabs her shirt and hits her fist to her chest. "But I can't...and it hurts. I am so tense right now that it hurts and I can't calm down."