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☆ | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟗

Tears

TW: Swearing and angst.

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Tevyat, Sneznhaya

Friday, 17th of February 20XX
12:18 PM

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You watched Scaramouche as he rushed away from you. You felt a little bad for making him cry, but you felt anger overtaking your guilt. You wanted to apologise, but you didn't at the same time. Your emotions were just so confusing, you didn't know what to do. As you continued eating your lunch, you noticed footsteps were walking up to you. You turn to see who was walking over to you. It was Childe, he had sat down next to you.

"That was a bit harsh, don't you think, Y/n?" Childe questions. You put your gaze down into your lap. It was harsh, you knew that. Your anger told you that he deserved to be yelled at and that it wasn't harsh, but your guilt was saying that he didn't deserve it and it was harsh.  "The poor guy is crying now after you yelled at him. Probably has been trying to hold that in for days."

"Yeah, to you it may have been harsh... but I still don't want to talk to him..." You reply coldly. You glanced up at Childe, he had an expression filled with disappointment with a slight hint of sadness.

"Whatever... I really do wish you two work things out. I don't like seeing my two best buddies like this." Childe says. All of sudden you hear Ayaka calling out for you.

"Y/n! I need you. Can you please come with me?" Ayaka calls out. You groan as you stand up, walking towards Ayaka. You glance back at Childe, he was no longer there. "Huh? Where did Childe go?" Ayaka questions. You look back at Ayaka, shrugging your shoulders.

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(Childe POV)

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When Y/n stood up to go speak with Ayaka, I took this as an opportunity to go chasing after Scaramouche. I didn't know where he went, but I was looking for him everywhere. In the bathrooms, in the hallways, but I didn't manage to find him. 

I was out of breath before I nearly gave up, until I looked outside at the school's entrance to find Scaramouche sitting under a tree, hugging his knees. His eyes were wet and puffy, supposedly from the crying. His hair was a mess, and overall he looked pretty depressed.

I let out a small sad sigh, but it was also a sigh of relief since I found Scaramouche. I wandered over to him and sat down next to him. He noticed that I was there, he quickly raised his hand to wipe something from his eyes. Probably tears from crying so much.

"Scaramouche... are you okay- wait let me answer that. Does it look like I'm okay?!" I say mocking his tone. I heard a small chuckle come from his lips.

"Yeah, that's what I was going to say." He smiles a little bit, but it instantly disappeared. The smile was replaced by heartbroken, depressing frown. "Childe- I don't understand... why is Y/n, saying these things to me... why doesn't she want to talk to me?" He asks himself.

"I- honestly, don't know... you'll just have to ask her once she stops ignoring you." I suggest. Scaramouche sighs slightly.

"But, what if she doesn't stop ignoring me? Do I-  just give up on her?" He whimpers, his voice lightly cracking. I could tell that he was undoubtedly heartbroken and didn't know what to do to move on.

"Scaramouche, you love this girl, don't you?" I ask. He glances at me, nodding his head. "Then don't give up on her! If you love her that much, you shouldn't give up on her, right? Just because she's angry at you, doesn't mean she hates you. Sure, she might say that she does, but in the end you two will make up and be friends again... or something more, who knows." Scaramouche rests his head against his knees, still looking at me.

"But, right now... I just- want to crawl up into a ball and hide away... forever... this hurts, so much." Scaramouche cries, his voice cracking even more. Tears were forming in his eyes, rolling down onto his face. "Fuck- I'm so fucking pathetic... I just want to make her happy..." Scaramouche mumbles. I could do nothing but feel sorry for him right now. "Childe... could you leave me alone? I just need alone time..."

"Oh right- sorry..." I say as I hastily stand up. "See ya, Scaramouche. I hope you work things out with Y/n soon." I frown as I walk away. As I walked further away, I heard small cries and sobs coming in the direction of Scaramouche. He seemed to be, really upset.

Author's Note

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Word count: 828