The Tears From A Dragon.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

More angst..

A month later.

Neuvillettes days were out of wack; he didn't know what day or time it was. He was stressed and kept having bad dreams. This time Furina wasn't there to help him; she was out of town on vacation, so he just sat in his room crying and crying, not eating or sleeping.

A knock on the door.

Then another.

Neuvillette gets up and looks out the peephole.

Wriothesley, with roses.. how sweet. Which is what he would say on any other day.

He opens the door slightly.

"Hey. . Could you come another time to hang out?"

"Whats wrong? Why are you crying?"

He stays quiet, his eyes closing as he cries hard, falling to the ground.

Wriothesley quickly pushes open the door.

"Hey.. hey..listen—it's ok.. don't cry."

"I don't know what's happened, but... I'm here."

Wriothesley says, placing a hand on Neuvillettes shoulder.

"Its best... I tell you what's wrong."

Wriothesley stares. "You don't have to."

"No, you deserve to know."

He sighs softly and lifts Neuvillette up, placing him on his couch.

"I think you should rest. You look like you haven't slept in days." Wriothesley says, concerned.

"I havent"

Wriothesley hands Neuvillette a tissue.

"My mom was killed by my dad, and I keep having dreams about it. He stabbed me and my mom."

Wriothesley stares, a soft gaze. "Oh Neuvillette, no child should go through that."