James Patrick March x reader

Chapter 39: comfort

We talked, and he told me what he knew about Tristan.
After a while, we decided to confront Elizabeth together.

We went up to the apartment, and there they were. Naked. On the bed. Blood all over Tristan's face. So it was true.
Elizabeth didn't even lift her eyes when she talked.
"Now you're staying." She said, and I looked away from her.

"You wanna tell y/n yourself." Donovan snarled.

Her eyes lifted, "Tell y/n what?" She asked and stood from the bed. "That you two are nothing special. Not the love of my life nor anything close to that? You wanna hear it again!" She yelled. "I can turn whoever I want, whenever I want, and for whatever reason I want." She stated and lowered herself onto the bed again.

Donovan kept quiet. Now was my turn to stick up for myself.
"So you're doing this because we're not enough? Or is it because I'm not as devoted to you as Donovan is? Because I fell in love with someone else?" Voice cracking as I spoke.

"GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU!" She screamed, and I practically ran out.
Donovan followed close behind but didn't flee like I did. He went with his head up high. He chose to leave while I did as I was told.

The elevator doors closed, and he bit his lip. The tears were coming, and he couldn't stop them anymore. He cired and I held him. Comforting wasn't my strong suit, but I had to try. Elizabeth was his whole world it seemed and now that world told him to fly of to mars for all she cared. 

"I'm sorry, Donovan. If had hadn't come gotten involved with James, none of this would've happened. I'm sorry I came to the cortez. I whispered and he pushed me away.

"Don't blame yourself. She would've gotten someone else anyway. You heard her. We're nothing special." He wimpered and came back into my arms. The elevator dinged and we walked to my and James' room. I sat him down on the couch and wrapped him in a light blanket. 

"It's not cold. What are you giving me this shit for?" He asked and laughed inbetween sobs.

"Its cozier this way." I said and joined him with my own light blanket. Together we borritoed on the couch. he rested against me and I  comforted him.