A/n: don't know if I'll keep this one up...😅
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Third POV
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The house was eerily quiet, as it usually was at night. The lights were dimmed, and the TV played softly in the background.
However, Y/n couldn't sit still.
She had been moving since she had walked in. Initially, her pacing was slow, and she didn't even realize she was doing it. She moved from the kitchen to the living room and back again. Her hands were on her hips, then she dragged them over her face, and then she tucked them into her pockets as if she was trying to hold herself together.
She couldn't stand still for too long because standing still meant thinking, and thinking meant saying something.
Beyoncé had been watching her for a minute now. She wasn't making it obvious, just quietly observing. She sat on the couch with her body angled towards Y/n, her eyes following her every time she passed through the room. She was trying to read what hadn't been said yet.
"You're going to walk a hole in the floor, baby." She said softly.
Y/n let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
Almost.
"I didn't even realize I was doin' that. I'm sorry." She said.
But she didn't stop.
If anything, she just slowed down.
That's when Beyoncé reached for the remote and muted the TV.
The silence that followed felt louder than whatever had been playing.
It made Y/n pause mid-step, her shoulders tightening slightly before she looked over.
"Talk to me." Beyoncé said, her voice calm but firm. She wasn't asking, she was telling.
Y/n looked at her, really looked at her this time. And for a moment, she couldn't get the words out. They were heavy in her chest, like once they came out, everything would change. She wouldn't be able to control what happened after that. How Beyoncé would react, what she would think, what questions would come.
And that?
That was what had her pacing in the first place.
She dragged a hand down her face, turning slightly away before finally forcing herself to speak.
"Someone's tryna bring some shit up on me."
Beyoncé's brows furrowed slightly.
"What kind of shit?"
Y/n's jaw tightened.
Her hands flexed at her sides as if she was bracing herself for something.
"They're sayin' I assaulted them."
The room fell silent.
Beyoncé didn't react immediately. There was no sudden movement or immediate response. She simply looked at Y/n, allowing the words to settle before she spoke.
In some way, that made it heavier. Now, Y/n could feel the thought process.
She could feel the space between what was said and what it truly meant.
"When?" Beyoncé asked quietly.
Y/n swallowed, her voice coming out rougher now.
"Years ago. At the beginnin' of my career."
Beyoncé nodded slowly, taking that in piece by piece.
"And this just came up?"
Y/n shook her head, starting to move again, but this time more slowly.
