mommy | a.rlecchino

VI

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!! second pov

Staring at Rosalyne's ceiling, you can't help but be stuck in your thoughts. A week had passed, long and honestly filled with confusion for you. Touch starved you may have been, yes, but the fact that you could not for the life of you get Arlecchino's embrace out of your head was something else. And even now, lying in the bed of your— well, what was she exactly? She claimed to not be your girlfriend... so- person who loves you and sleeps with you?

That didn't sound right. A soft sigh escapes you, and you sit up looking over at the blonde sleeping beside you. This is bad. You need to forget about a stupid hug. Arlecchino is a friend and she was doing what friends do! Snap out of it!

But your face burned in an undeniable way thinking again back to her caring tone. Seriously, you move to stand, what is going on? It was never like this with Rosalyne.... or was it? oh god what are you even thinking?

A soft groan leaves you and your hands come up to hold your face. Pull it together! You're betraying her by even thinking like that!

Oh, but it felt oddly good..

Picking up your clothes, you softly put on your under garments (having had them ripped off by Rosalyne) and put your shirt back on, glancing at her in bed. You never.. Well, you've never left in the middle of the night like this before. Were you a bad person?

You'd save the inner turmoil for later. Feeling bad for yourself never worked out well anyway. Hushed footsteps lead you to your discarded skirt, and you slip into it silently. Rosalyne shifts on the bed, but she doesn't wake up.

Archons above, Y/n what are you doing?

Mentally scolding yourself you grab your shoes and dash toward the door. Now was not the time for this, you just needed the sanctuary of your own dorm, probably.

As you exit the dorm, Rosalyne sighs.

Why are you so distant?

She turns over and watches the ceiling as you just had. There's something weird in her chest. Is she.. no. No, Rosalyne shakes her head, dismissing the thought. Still, it's hard for her to ignore the continuing thump in her heart.

Another sigh. No.

Rosalyne doesn't lose people. Especially not you.

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"Again Y/n?" Her tone was laced with pity, a caring hand on your shoulder. Your body is slightly shaky, and for a moment Rosalyne feels sorry. "You can't keep letting this happen to you," She murmurs, with a tug your face is pressed against her shoulder. "If you let people hurt you like this.. you'll never be okay."

"I know," You had sniffled, nuzzling against her. "I didn't mean to do it."

Rosalyne sighs and shakes her head. "You never do, you're such a kid sometimes.." Her hand rubs your waist, a comforting gesture. You shiver against her and nod along, she pauses. "Why do you keep going out with these idiots, Y/n? They'll only hurt you."

"I don't know." You mumble.

Your confession makes her purse her lips, rubbing your waist softer. "I hate seeing you all messed up over these things," She murmurs. "You deserve better."

As your head looks up at her, she looks away. A faint pink on her cheeks. "It's annoying to see."

"I'm sorry for annoying you," She grits her teeth softly at your reply. "I don't know why I keep dating them."