Heartbroken in love

Let's tell

Vicky POV:
(30th April 2021)

It's finally Friday and the long-awaited weekend trip with Nat is just a few hours away. We're heading out for a hiking trip, something that I absolutely enjoy, so the excitement is building up inside me. As I sit on the floor, peacefully packing my essentials, while Kate, Peter, and Yelena are running around my room, grabbing items that they think are "absolutely necessary" for the trip. I let out a groan of frustration as Yelena approaches me once again, adding more items to my already full backpack. "Guys, it's just a two-day hiking trip, not a month-long expedition," I exclaim loudly, causing them all to stop in their tracks and look at me sheepishly.

I let out a tired sigh as I look at my friends, a mix of exhaustion and amusement on my face. "You guys wanna help? Take this bag to the kitchen, and one or all of you, I don't care, can make some breakfast for the road," I say, gesturing towards the small, orange, overstuffed backpack on my bed. Kate jumps up, eager to help, grabs the bag, and heads outside. Peter and Yelena stay behind.

"What should we make for breakfast?" Yelena asks, her eyes filled with curiosity. I pause for a moment, thinking of the options. "Just make three sandwiches each," I suggest with a smile, knowing it'll be a simple and easy meal. They both nod in agreement before joining Kate outside to start on the task.

After watching my friends leave and the door closing behind them, I take a moment to pause and gather my thoughts. Inhaling deeply, I can't help but chuckle to myself, shaking my head in disbelief at whatever just transpired. "What on fuck," I mutter under my breath, a mixture of amusement and bewilderment evident in my tone. I then refocus on the task at hand, packing my backpack while humming a tune and improvising lyrics with random words, a habit of mine.

"I'm historically heartbroken
Drowning in my own emotions
One minute away from breaking down, down, down
I'm always leaving empty-handed
No one wants a heart that's damaged
Only know a love that lets me down, down, down, oh
Staring contest with the walls
I'm giving into my intrusive thoughts"

I abruptly halt my movements, a realization hitting me. "Hold on, that's actually good," I murmur to myself. Swiftly grabbing my phone, I open the recording app and begin softly humming the lyrics as I wrap up the final items in my backpack.

"I'm historically heartbroken
Drowning in my own emotions
One minute away from breaking down, down, down
I'm always leaving empty-handed
No one wants a heart that's damaged
Only know a love that lets me down, down, down, oh
Staring contest with the walls
I'm giving into my intrusive thoughts

What if I never find anybody to love
Or I finally get the chance and I fuck it all up?
'Cause I can't get hurt if I'm the first one to leave
Whoa, what if I get to heaven, and it's not even real
And I die before telling you how I really feel?
'Cause it feels like hell and I just can't help but think
That maybe love's not for me"

I am suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Startled, I press the stop button on the recording app, "Come in!" I call out, the sound of my own voice echoing in the room.

Dad walks in, a warm smile lighting up his face as he greets me with a familiar "Hey kiddo." Returning his smile, I gesture for him to take a seat on my bed, eager to hear what he has to say. "What's up?" I ask, my curiosity piqued by the serious yet gentle expression on his face.

Leaning in closer, my dad's voice softens as he asks the question that catches me off guard. "Just be honest... are you and Romanoff together?" I feel a moment of hesitation before nodding in confirmation, unsure of how he will react to the news.