The Boot Shiner (Destiny x Male Reader)

Chapter 52: Mildly Infuriated Moxie

I hold Mox close to me, hugging her tight. I'm not letting go until she either suffocates or she pushes against me. She whimpers against my chest armor, her hands still shaking as she tries to grab onto something, anything. I hear some boots shuffling around behind us, Seri and Chase leaving the room in the corner of my eye. Mox and I are all alone now and the couch looks very appetizing.

Y/N: I'm gonna pick you up... Do you trust me?

Mox: Mm... Mmmph...

I reach down lower, which causes her to tense up until I'm down by her knees. I lift her knees and her back, picking her up in a bridal carry with little effort. Her grip is like a vice against me, her nails digging into me like claws. I set her down on the couch, then sit down right next to her.

Y/N: There's no need to feel bad... It was just a mistake... I'm not experienced with love much either, back then nor now... and I did the same thing when I was younger...

Mox: Y-you... r-remember? How bad was yours?

Y/N: I think... a Vanguard primary school? There was a girl I liked in grade school and after we talked about art for a while in the playground, I thought she liked me.

Mox: O-oh...

Y/N: Little did I know... just because a girl likes you, or has one conversation with you, doesn't mean that she wants to be the love of your life... So, Valentine's Day came around.

Mox: N-no...

Y/N: Yep, and uhh... I clonked her. I didn't know how to kiss; I was just a kid at the time and the movies made it look so easy. Not to mention how her nose was bleeding and she freaked the fuck... out. All I'm trying to say is... you aren't that bad. Chase and Seri just make it so easy...

Mox: Well, t-they are a bit more open... I-I'm not like them...

Y/N: No, you aren't... you're special... Remember when I couldn't walk and all three of you wanted to help in my shop?

She nods her head.

Y/N: Remember who I chose first?

I point to her and she studies my gaze and then my finger for some reason. Her disappointed, fragile frown of sadness grows neutral, and then creases into a small smirk.

Mox: Y-you do remember...

Y/N: There's no doubt I'm not the same Y/N... but seeing as I have the same body and I have his memories... I might as well be him. Mox, I love you, and there's nothing you can do that'll make me remember otherwise.

Her index finger locks with mine, and I lightly tug on it, making her scoff just slightly under her breath. I raise my other hand up, tugging at the shawl and using it to wipe some of her dark mascara off of her cheeks, the dark make-up that smeared in her tears.

Y/N: Can... you let me in?

Mox: Let you... o-oh...

I take my index finger away and then flatten my hand out against hers. She turns her hand, interlocking her fingers with mine. She's having an overload of emotions right now. It looks like she's one step closer to a brain shutdown or an aneurism. After we hold out hands together, I scooch up next to her, our legs touching, then I wrap an arm around her and hold her.

I don't say a single word and she doesn't either. I can tell by her output of energy that she's battling with some inner demons right now. The best thing I can do is shut up and just sit there with her. Yes, the dead guy she's been grieving and fighting with is now her therapist. How the tables have turned. She moans softly as she lets some pressure go. I can even feel her shoulders start to relax.