(Un)Break me - Rhea Ripley x reader

Ghosts from the past pt. 2

a/n: heyy!! GUYS (aka girls and gays) IM OBSESSED WITH RHYO OMG. I think about it 24/7 and when I'm not thinking about it I pray someone will ask me about it. What are you thinking? I think their storylines connected so well I'm actually shocked
besides that, fasten your seatbelts because this ride is about to get turbulent!! 😈😈

It almost made you smile

Y/N's POV

You walk with no sense of direction. The city feels quieter than usual (not that you'd know). First time here and already regretting it. Probably isn't quiet at all. You're just tuning everything out while your thoughts get louder.

Rhea's voice cuts through anyway. "You make it worse. Always. Fucking worse!" Venom dripping from every word, still there.

You curse yourself. Stupid. Pathetic. Maybe she didn't mean it. haha. Maybe she already regretted it. The voice of reason tried. But if she said it, didn't that mean she'd thought it? Didn't that make it true? The devil on your shoulder counter-attacked, and it was winning. It always did.

You knew she wasn't herself at the moment. You knew this kind of pain had teeth, and you also knew people say things they don't mean when they are angry and upset. Yet, those words still sank deep. Venomous and slashing and unfortunately, all too real.

You also knew that (technically) it was obvious that once the walls are gone, you're easy to touch. Realistically, though, it was just now sinking in that the problem with breaking down walls for people is that the next thing they can break is you. Cars honked at you while you crossed on a green light. Their green light.

You gave them a middle finger and went back to analyzing and reanalyzing her words through every angle. The more you did, the more you were sure she was right: you always make everything worse. You've heard that before. Countless times.

And how could you not be yourself and fall back into what you already know?

Maybe your therapist was wrong in the end. Maybe the problem was, in fact, you. Maybe it had always been.

You have always been better at destruction you rather than happiness so why would you even think that Rhea wouldn't join this party if she could?

And yet you let her in, deciding to take a leap of faith into the unfamiliar. You walked her straight past the rubble, paroling past your carefully built walls, looking away from the hammer still in her hand. Every outcast carried one.

You let her in like you didn't know any better! Like it wasn't fucking obvious from the start!

It took you all the strength you had to do so. To break down each brick, one by one. You lowered every defense until there was nothing left to hide behind and what for?

So she could know you? You snorted at the thought.

And what for? You push everyone away? Pain. You let people in? Pain. There's no winning. Nothing new. You need to lose.

She takes a swing. You flinch. Pathetic fucking bitch. You curse yourself.

Good people can be bad.

You snort again, making people look at you funny, feeling even more stupid than before (like that was possible). Why did you even bother to try, in the first place? Trying only made things worse. Trying was never enough. You were never enough. You knew the outcome before this relationship began. You weren't broken because you tried. You were broken because you never stopped trying, only to be told it wasn't enough. That it would never be good enough.