Touch in the Dark- König x fem! Reader

23- Square One

A/n: I really feel like I shouldn't have to address this, but it seems I must. This book is rated mature because it is mature themed. Sometime characters make mistakes. This book is supposed to be themed to real life, and includes real mistakes. Mistakes we don't like.
Yes, the character sleeps around. I personally wouldn't; however, there is nothing shameful in doing so. The most important thing is to be safe. If you dislike it, I'm sorry to say but oh well. This is fictional based off of life's up and downs. Please understand that.

Days quickly turned into months as my injuries were constantly checked on and healed. König watched me like a hawk, always in some corner of the room, watching my health. I wasn't sure if the company was comforting or eerie. I was confident though, my words were still genuine. I would refuse any offer after this to stay on the team. But now, my life was in danger, if not presumed dead.

"Grab me Price, would ya?" I broke the silence, shuffling myself up. The masked man sat up straighter from his reclined position, his mask covering his eyes. He stood up in silence and walked away, opening the door and shutting it behind him. I sighed, finally enjoying privacy. My walls and guard were always up with him around. I'd occasionally relax when I was exhausted. However, during the months he sat and watched me, not a single word left my mouth. I was still hurt and angry. I missed my home.

Price knocked twice before opening my door, peaking in before fulling coming in and shutting the door right behind.
"You called for me, kid?" He asked, taking a seat on my bed.
"Yes, Captain. I'd like a flight home. Tonight," I demanded, tears brimming behind my eyes, yet I refused any weakness. Price placed his hand just above his mustache, following it down into his beard.

"I can make it happen. Are you sure, lass? I can't guarantee a ride back if you change your mind." He warned, his eyes softly staring through my facade. He knew my family was truly with 141, but understood how hurt I was. Civilian life would never be something I was comfortable with, but neither was I in a base full of men with short tempers and lying mouths.
"I understand," I responded, rubbing my hands on my face. I still had a serious limp from my leg; however, I could move on my own now. Swinging my legs over the bed, I glanced down at my feet, seeing my left ankle pinned straight while the bone finished healing. I sighed, pushing off, my weight causing my legs to shiver and violently shake as I fought to stand up. I sighed fill relief as I could finally stretch out, weakly taking my first step since my fall.

"God, it feels good to move." I stretched my arms out, hearing cracks in my joints as they finally got to move more instead of a slight reach here and there. I looked over a Price, who had his head hanging low, his eyes looking up at me like a sad puppy. I frowned slightly, not sure how to react. We all kept our walls up until we couldn't.
"C'mon, Price. You know I can't stand to see you like that," I slightly chuckled, seeing a small smile creeping across his face.

"Where you wantin' to go? I can send you anywhere, honestly." He exhaled sharply, standing up. A small and proud smile hid in his beard as he moved my hair and kissed my forehead for a split second. I engulfed him in an embrace, biting the inside of my cheek to keep my emotions down my throat. I breathed in his cigar smoke and Pinetree smell, it'd be the last time I'd smell it in a while.
"Mail me letters, kid. I'm proud of you, and I want to keep my eyes on you."

After our final goodbye, Price left and had my room off-limits to anyone. I received a ticket to fly back to Norwich. He filed an M.I.A. for me, burning me off the face of the earth as I was presumed dead. He set up a studio flat room for me. It was unflatteringly decorated, which wasn't surprising. Team 141 'lost' one in Russia. Price told them I died from my injuries and would be reported as M.I.A. as to cover everyone's butt. Anyone who asked to see my body was rejected swiftly.

I settled myself into the studio, hiding in plain sight as much as possible. I often stayed home, working out what I could and going through physical therapy for my broken limbs. If I was ever out, it was for short periods at a coffeehouse, drinking tea and reading some books. I kept it under the radar for the most part. However, one night, I started playing it risky.

And with these star-crossed lovers parting, it felt as if the world ripped in half. The spewing molten lava covered the sky in a fiery red. As their harrowing screams and pleads filled the air-
"Whatcha reading 'here, love?" A voice interrupted my reading. I agitatedly glanced up from my book, before my face softening. This man's face was sure of god's creation. I cleared my throat, signaling him to take a seat across from me.
"Ah, it's just some cheezy star-crossed lover romance," I lightly responded, grabbing my tea and sipping from the cup.
"Don't mind me prying, but you just lose somebody?" He questioned, his hazel eyes looking over at me in pity. I choked on my tea, quickly gaining my composure.

"You could say so. However, I like to ignore past mistakes." I slipped my bookmark into the novel, before setting it aside. I glanced up again, seeing a subtle smirk spreading across his lips.
"Would you like some help forgetting those mistakes?" He tested the waters, a sickly smile lingering on his face. I laughed, surprised by his cocky and forwardness. My brain was screaming no. Telling me I knew what I wanted, and it wasn't this. However, my aching heart overspoke my brain.

"Take me to dinner first?" I raised an eyebrow, smirking as well now.
"Meet me here around 6?"

And just like that, I went through men like days on a calendar. Dinner, date, fuck, ghost, repeat. I slowly forgot who I was even getting over. I enjoyed the thrill, the risk. I was the one to break hearts this time. Not a shred of guilt waved over me as I left the homes of families and single men. I was nothing but a shadow of who I was until Price's first note arrived in my mail.