A Silent Surrender (Omegaverse)

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Faye stepped out of the car, her movements sluggish, weighed down by the heavy thoughts her father’s words had left in her mind. The night air felt colder now, a stark contrast to the warmth of the car, but she barely noticed it as she walked back to her apartment. Each step felt like a mile, the weight of the conversation and her unresolved frustrations pressing down on her shoulders.

She fumbled with her keys, finally managing to unlock the door and push it open. The familiar darkness of the apartment swallowed her as she stepped inside. She barely had the energy to turn on the lights. Instead, she walked straight to the couch, her body feeling like lead.

Collapsing onto the cushions, Faye let out a heavy sigh, her frustration spilling out as she threw her arm over her face. The cool leather felt comforting against her skin, but it did little to ease the turmoil churning inside her. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, swirling around the earlier conversation, the fights with Yoko, and the relentless pushback that seemed to define their interactions.

She recalled the numerous times Yoko had resisted her, each clash of wills echoing in her memory. Yoko’s stubborn defiance, her refusal to back down, and the way she seemed to challenge everything Faye tried to impose. It was maddening, infuriating. But now, as she lay there, the edges of her anger began to blur into uncertainty.

Faye’s father had suggested that Yoko’s behavior stemmed from fear—fear of losing control or losing herself. It was a notion that seemed absurd at first, almost laughable. Yoko wasn’t someone who showed vulnerability or fear; she showed strength, defiance, a refusal to be bent to anyone’s will. To think of her as terrified seemed like a gross misjudgment.

But deep down, a small, nagging voice questioned whether her father might be right. Was there something more to Yoko’s resistance? Could it be that behind all the bravado and rebellion, there was an underlying fear she was hiding?

Faye rolled onto her side, her palm pressing against her forehead, trying to block out the thoughts. The image of Yoko’s fierce eyes, her unwavering stance, replayed in her mind, each memory adding to the internal conflict. It was hard to reconcile the image of Yoko as a powerful, defiant alpha with the idea of her as someone who might be afraid.

She closed her eyes, trying to push away the mounting doubts. Her father’s words had shaken her more than she wanted to admit, causing cracks in the armor she had built around her emotions. The idea that she could be pushing Yoko away, that her approach might be making things worse, gnawed at her.

Faye’s breath came out in shallow, uneven bursts as she tried to steady herself. The stubbornness she had always relied on felt like a double-edged sword. It had always served her well in business, in her ruthless dealings with rivals, but Yoko was a different kind of challenge. This was not a battle of wills that could be won by sheer force or intimidation. She just doesn't understand herself. Nor she want to fight the battle nor she wanted to win. Then why? why even bother to think about all of this?

She shifted slightly, her arm falling away from her face as she stared blankly at the ceiling. The silence of the apartment seemed louder now, filled with echoes of unresolved conflict and unanswered questions. She had always prided herself on being in control, on being able to handle any situation. But now, with Yoko, she was faced with something she couldn’t easily manipulate or dominate.

Her father’s advice about patience felt alien, almost impossible to implement. How could she be patient with someone who seemed to constantly test her limits? Yet, the thought of breaking Yoko, of pushing her so far that she crumbled, was something she couldn’t bear to consider. Why is she feeling like this ? she made up her mind that she'll never allow anyone didn't she?