Moonlit Requiem (Moon Knight X Reader) SMUT

Chapter 24

MARC & STEVEN'S POV

⚠️WARNING: cursing

Song: What Was I Made For? By Billie Eilish

        As I sat there on the couch with my head leaning back, staring at the ceiling above. It was around four and Santiago has still been out running errands. Marc's texted him asking if he's ok and where he's at but he only gave him a vague answer. Though we know he's well enough to be on his own, and we're starting off new, it's just the thought he could do something that can risk his life or others is what we worry about the most. But in this very moment, I didn't care about anything else except what had happened. I walked home looking on the ground, my grey hoodie covering my head. There was a bit of rain but it wasn't something I needed to worry about that much, and by the time it did start to rain heavily I was already inside. My heart has never ached this much before, never felt this much hurt in such a long time. I've always longed to be in some sort of a relationship and that one chance I thought I had, was just...gone. But how can something be gone when there was nothing there in the first place. All that was there was my own feelings, not hers. I wanted to have that special someone so badly in my life, wanting to having someone to wake up to, have someone who's willing to listen to me talk, someone...just...someone. But yet no matter how hard I tried it never seemed to work. It was always my own fault. Always something wrong with me. And besides how would it even work now? I know Marc exists, we are the fist of Khonshu or whatever he calls us. And who's the tell that the person we even try and talk to would even accept us as we are?...accepts me as I am? How am I supposed to trust someone who might run away by even knowing this kind of information? How am I to trust someone who might not...even...love me?...someone who just might use me? Use me for my body, my mind, my heart, my money...I don't even know where I would start, if I could even start in the first place...if there even is someone out there...I don't know many people, I'm sure Marc might but who's to know if there would be anyone even suitable. I only wanted her...she seemed...perfect...in every way possible...she was smart, she was funny, she never once made fun of me. Her smile was brighter than the sun, the way her eyes always lit up...it would always give me butterflies just even getting a glance of those beautiful hazel eyes. "Steven..." "yes?" I spoke softly as I wiped my eyes. "It's not your fault ok?...It's mine. And I know that if I didn't do what I did then maybe none of this would've happened...But we don't know that. Maybe this was going to happen regardless...I don't know...I just know that this isn't the time to try and find love..." I looked up slightly with my eyes slightly furrowed. "You were the one that wanted to talk to that girl from the museum though? So now you're saying it's not the right time?!" "All I was going to do was message her Steven. She was nice yes, but she's not my type." I rolled my eyes at his words. "Sure seemed like it the way you looked at her." "Steven, you can't tell me she wasn't gorgeous. Alright, she's a beautiful woman and I thought about it, BUT I came to my own senses. After this whole thing I've realized this is more serious than I thought it was...well more serious now. I would still like to know her atleast, and who knows, maybe she got connections." "To who? A beautiful woman tells you a bit of history and you're all over them." "Steven, don't act like you didn't do the exact same thing when Layla talked about Egyptian history to you. She was smart, and knows a lot about Egyptian culture, considering she got some sort of degree for it. If there's something we don't know, atleast we have someone to back it up." "But we DO have someone we know, we HAVE someone who has connections. YOU are just trying to find a reason to talk to her." I crossed my arms as I heard Marc sigh, seeing the reflection of him in the black T.V made me realized how tired he looked. "Look Steven...I've been trying to move on for a while now...it hurts to be staying in one place and I just...I just need something to replace the hurt. I need to feel something again. I want to try and find someone who I can maybe spend the rest of my life with. Sticking to the past is what gets you hurt the most. Reliving EVERY moment, remembering EVERY detail, everything...it's just hell. I want to move on. If that means talking to some random girl I just met, then so be it. Layla doesn't want me anymore...she said it herself. Even if I did change, she wouldn't give me a second chance, not after all the shit I did to her. Steven...I want to be happy with someone...and I know you do too." "I wanted to be happy with HER" "WELL THAT ISN'T HAPPENING OK?!...it's time to move on..." "Just because YOU did mate, doesn't mean that I have" Marc fell silent, I saw how irritated he looked, but his eyes showed different. They were somewhat watery, I knew he was hurting, I can see it on his face that he was the one that was hurting the most out of the two of us, and all I kept doing was arguing. I sighed slightly and looked down at my hands that were on my lap. "Marc...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I know you're hurt to and I should've just...I don't know, but I'm sorry. You knew her more than me and I shouldn't be acting this way." He was silent for a moment, I watched as he put the palm of his hands against his eyes as he was trying to calm himself down and wipe the small tears from his eyes. "It's fine Steven, it's fine. Sorry for yelling at you." "It's ok Marc, I forgive you."