Miguel O'Hara x Reader | ❛Do you really love me?❛⁠

Chapter 1: "Could've been before"

Translations will be at the comments for each words, if it doesn't show it's either I forgot to comment it or I just posted this (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)♡

Please stay I know this chapter is bad and cringe due to my unprofessional writing but it gets better trust me TvT

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3rd Person's POV:

— 5:45 PM —

It was gloomy, yet the sun shined in its best way with beautiful colors. And at this moment, Miguel goes to one of his so-called "missions" as always... "What time will you be home amor?" She puts a soft smile on her face, not getting an answer from him. Without a word coming out of his mouth he left, leaving her again by herself.

Day by day he leaves, and she doesn't even know if he really goes to a mission or just leaves to be away from her... But that doesn't mean she'll stop from thinking positively. After all; thinking positive is the only thing that's keeping her up. He's doing it for the best to help everyone.. huh. "everyone." She
thought. Though tears started to shed, she would still smile.

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Ever since the death of their daughter, his treatment changed. He became heartless, cold, and was always filled with anger...

Yes, their daughter's death took a great toll on the both of them... It has been a year or so since their little girl had passed. His actions; giving her the cold shoulder made her feel like the child's death was her fault.

—She started weeping on her bed, thinking about what she could've done, what wrongs did she do. Drifting herself off to sleep.

*Time Skip*

She wakes up with a hurting warmth on her eyes caused by crying. Fingers rans through her hair while she breathes in pain. She was tired. She needed rest. But we both know well that she couldn't.

Checking the time it was; "Shit! it's 8:20 o'clock, I need to cook dinner." She panicks as fear washes through her body. Miguel.. he might be here she thought carefully, before opening the door. She was scared of her own husband and she feared that he'd get mad at her again

or worse...

Y/n takes a deep breath and went out. She braces herself, from him to let all of his anger out to her... but all she could hear was nothing but the peaceful yet unreal silence, filling the house. She exhales in relief knowing he wasn't home yet.

2nd Person's POV:

You went to the kitchen to cook his favorite dish that you would only make for him.. Hoping that he would atleast eat it this time, just this once.

— 9:15 PM —

After you cooked you set the table, and placed the dish at its place. You then sat down and waited for him to arrive. Hoping that you could eat together, for once after a long time of nothing but yourself...

After awhile of waiting you started to get hungry. That "hope" of yours was again beginning to go away. You went to check the time and it was already 10:05. You have been waiting for an hour already. "I should just eat." You talk to yourself, losing your appetite. Taking a bite of your food, you take a sharp yet trembling inhale. You were about to cry again... You wipe your tears off, having a hard time to gulp on your food. You felt like you were about to choke.