No good day at work ever started with a co-worker looking you dead in the eye and asking, 'are you high or having a mental breakdown?' of course, this is exactly what David asked (y/n) when she walked through the front doors of Tsuki no Hana eyes locked on the floor. She hadn't lifted her head since she left her apartment. It felt too heavy. Like her thoughts were weighing her down. On The street, on the subway, even now, standing in the main ball room all she could think about was how empty her apartment would feel when she arrived back home.
It was the right choice, she reminded herself, Leonardo deserved to be with his family. He was never supposed to be a house pet. Of course, that thought only brought a new one to her mind. Was Leonardo ever really a house pet? The answer came shockingly fast, of course not. Leonardo wasn't a pet. He never was. He was always something more. What that something was, worried her.
(Y/n) really worried about bonding with the people around her. Sure, she knew that friendships and eventually relationships would be something she could experience but it was hard to understand. After all, she skipped a grade for the first time when she was three, jumping over four-year preschool to kindergarten. She made it to third, only for her state test scores to move her up to sixth. They wanted her to move up again when she made it to high school. Graduated in two years, but she already felt like an outcast. Being eleven and going to high school made her weird enough.
No one wanted to be friends with the child prodigy unless she agreed to do their homework. When's he was fifteen, in her senior year, she learned very fast that no one wanted to date a nerdy girl. It was ingrained so intently in her mind that in college she didn't try. Then she went to work, and working with a thirty-five-year-old man who flirts nonstop didn't leave a good taste in her mouth.
Looking at the big picture the first real option for her romance wise was David. Not that they didn't try, but after a month of dating and their first time sleeping together, he came out to her in a tearful confession. Confidence went to an all-time low as she questioned how she was so bad at everything that it turned someone gay, until she realized that that wasn't how sexuality worked. Even so, she figured love wasn't worth trying for. She ignored the idea, so when the bubbling of emotions appears in her stomach while caring Leonardo's wounds, she ignored it.
Her heart hurt. She ignored it too long, and now he was leaving her. Forever. But he doesn't belong to me! Her mind screamed. With a groan she pushed the heels of her hands against her eyes. The actions caused David and Jamison, who were watching her trudge to incessantly exchange a concerned glance.
Under his breath David muttered. "Damn, didn't think she was actually having a breakdown."
"She looks like she just got dumped." Jamison whispered back.
"She doesn't have a boyfriend she just has..." David began before the realization finally hit him.
Without any hesitation the young man jumped from the stand and rushed to his friend. Gripping he shoulders, he forced (Y/n) to look up at him. When she did, his heart broke. It was obvious that she had been crying.
"Is Leonardo ok?" He asked calmly, pulling her close when instead of an answer fresh tear appeared in her eyes. "Okay, easier question. Did anyone die?"
"No." She whimpered into his shoulder.
The man smiled as he carefully ran a hand through her hair. "Then we fix it."
We can fix it. That was always David's problem whenever anything happened. At first it was used mainly when they broke a vase or a microwave caught on fire, or an oven caught on fire, or a coffee machine caught on fire. (David is no longer allowed to cook for himself without supervision). Lately it has been used in a more social context. She made the promise herself after David got on Jamison's bad side. (Jealousy took over when the blond went on a date with Pinocchio's understudy back when he was in Shrek the musical). Of course, every time in the past one promised that they could fix a problem, the problem was ultimately solved. Super glue worked vase's, baking soda on stove tops, and apology cookies with friends. But nothing could keep Leonardo with her, at least not with filling her with guilt. Pushing away, (Y/n) forced a quick smile before stepping out of her friend's arms.
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