Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 1; Two exes, one case

~Y/N's Pov~

They say there's five (5) stages of grief.

Denial.

I bit my lip as I crawled onto the bed towards her. "Fuck you're so sexy" She rasped. Her smile turned into a smirk, reaching out for me. I straddle her lap, chuckling lowly and seductively to hide my red face. I felt something in her pocket as I place my hand above it. Her hand crashed down onto my wrist for a sign not to look.

I giggle, "What's in your pocket?" As always, she stayed calm, relaxed and collective. Although, she was hiding something from me. I could see it in her eyes she was worried, but covered it. "Tissues" She replied, her voice lower than usual. "That doesn't feel like tissues" I chuckle. I tried reaching in her pocket, but again, she grabbed my wrist and flipped us over. She was now straddling me. I knew something was up.

We play-fought as I tried reaching into her pocket. At least, I thought we were just goofing around, play fighting, but I could see it in her face, that she took it serious and didn't want me to find out what really was in her pocket. It was all fun and games for me until I softly pushed her off the bed, giggling and laughing. My smile disappeared when I saw what fell out of her pocket. She sprung up from the floor again, her smile fading also.

I held up the ziplock bag with yellow powder inside. I was shocked when I found it. I never thought she would be into that kind of thing. Drugs. I felt betrayed and lied to. I didn't know what to do or say to her, so I almost began crying. I couldn't forgive her for what she did and how she had been hiding it from me.

With water in my eyes, I gulped and sniff back the tears. "Tissues, huh?" I mocked shakily. At this point, she just sighed. "It isn't what it looks like-" I cut her off, "You know I study these things in university, Natasha! You know I want to become a detective! You sure as hell know we both know what this is!" I shout. At that point, I couldn't help but to let the emotions out, water streaming down my eyes. She stepped closer, but I stepped back.

"Please don't tell me it's yours..."  I muttered, practically begging. I could only laugh through my sobs at how pathetic her guilty face looks.

"It's not true!" I sobbed.

Anger.

She stepped towards me, expanding her arms and tried to calm me down. "It's not mine" She mumbled. I was furious, balling my eyes out. I couldn't believe my girlfriend would have something like that lying around. She tried to play it off like it wasn't hers, but I knew better. I couldn't believe she would lie to me like that. I was so angry and hurt, and I let her know how I felt. I didn't want anything to do with her anymore, now that I knew how she was living. "Who's is it then!? Why would you fucking have this crap!" I shout. She took a deep breath in, yet I saw her eyes becoming glossy, "I can't tell you that" She whispered, disappointed.

"Bullshit, Natasha! When did you start lying to me!? I- I can't do this. I-... We're over! Get out of my face, I never want to see you again!"

Bargaining.

When I found the drugs, I couldn't keep it together and broke up with her. I drove back to my house, collapsed onto the floor and cried. I felt like everything was falling apart. I called my step brother and told him what happened, and he came right over. He held me as I cried. I needed him in that moment, and he was there for me. I'll always be grateful to him for being there for me in my time of need. Luke was also pissed off after I told him.