Mending a Broken Crown

Homecoming

Spyke winced.

He was alone. Atop a roof that overlooked the square on this upbeat evening. The blues and cyans from the festivities below faded into the golden sky that lit up the sky in a seemingly endless night.

He grimaced, his tall frame dramatically leaned over the half walls that lined the rooftop, his eye squinting at the scene. A rotten taste lined his mouth.

He had never had a falling out so... petty, before. So dramatic.

But something in him broke. It made him snap like a twig-- out in pure rage in anger of the person who seemed to disregard his words.

"If you look in my fucking direction again, love, I'll gouge your bloody eyes out."

A venomous threat from a venomous man.

The last words he had said in the past fifteen or so minutes. His blood was still boiling from the exchange.

As far as he was concerned, she wasn't his problem anymore. Not that he ever wanted her to be one in the first place. He walked out and that was that.

So... why did he feel a certain sting with his rage? An accent to his bitterness? He was free from her. He should be feeling liberated.

He tore his eye away from the crowd to look at his left wrist. Two bangles, and a ring.

No. He felt more pain than he did entering that relationship with her-- whatever the hell it even was, that was.

They weren't dating. They never were. They weren't an item, nor were they exclusive by any means. Yet she would brag about him like he was some sort of prize she obtained. A trophy. A crown.

He had laid the ground that they were nothing more than friends with the added benefit. Flings.

A sigh.

Never did he regret an agreement to run from his true feelings more than he did with her. What a filthy excuse of a man he was, truly.

He wanted to leave the idea of a normal comradery between the two on the table. Never before did he revoke the option to do so so quickly.

"Oh...! T-There you are...! Um..."

His eye widened. His dwelling being disrupted by the timid stammering of the voice that called to him. He stood up, partially turning around so the host of the sheepish voice could come into his tunneled view.

On the outside, he remained unfazed. But on the inside, he could feel his chest lurch. What was she doing up here, after witnessing the explosive dispute he had with another woman? What was she doing, visiting a man that caused her to fidget more than she normally did?

A man that intimidated her. No doubt.

He turned back to the square below. Scoffing.

It didn't matter. He didn't need company. Not right now.

"DRAMA QUEEN!"

He rolled his eye as a second voice squeaked from beneath the crown that rested on her tentacles. A rather unamused and irritated "What do you want?" hissed through his teeth.

A distant shuffle, and a silent argument ensued before the first voice piped up once more.

"W-well... the whole team saw your break up with Flow--"