Mettaton X Reader- Healing Love

Ch. 4- Regrets

Song- DeathCabForCutie- Lack Of Colour
https://youtu.be/DAz8r1Oc74Q

After pondering for some time, I decide against replying to him. He ditched me. What made him think he could just drop me like a sack of rubbish and then try retrieve me from the abyss he left me to sink into? No. I'm not some doormat he can wipe his stupid bloody pink boots all over! The way he's treated me... It arises the question as to whether he actually cared about me at all. Ever.
I need to take my mind off of that robot. A peaceful walk to the park sounds good. Maybe go shopping, I feel retail therapy is in order.
Putting on a casual combo of jeans, tee and hoodie, I set out and breathe in the fresh air. The weather was beginning to warm up, thankfully. Radiant sun heats my legs, and brings nostalgia of summertime.
Walking to the park doesn't take long, before I know it, I'm stood in front of the rusting, half painted gate. Two children are on the swings, giggling to each other, sharing happy memories of their school day. I feel myself smile, to be abruptly stopped in my tracks. Stood gawking in the gateway, I lay eyes upon a figure sitting by the fountain. The bright colour is what I use to identify him, but depression dulled that to a lonely grey. I recognised the hair. Who else would maintain it to a level not even the wind can destroy? He had his face buried into manicured hands. I hope I can just slide past him.
"___." The voice sounded stressed.
I froze. There's no way this is happening.
No.
My shoulder soon had a perfectly finished hand on it, and a sensation of slight shaking.
Turning my head at a small degree, and I see him, hunched over. His eyes are squeezed tight, eyelashes sporting teardrops. His breathing was racked from sobs, he didn't look his usual state at all.
"Please... I never knew how important you were to me until I lost you... I'm sorry." His voice kept hitching, unable to stabilise itself.
I looked at him sourly. I squinted malevolently at him, not a slight spot of sympathy. Wordless, I spun away from him, head held high. Without a noise, I coldly stomped away from him. Mettaton stayed there, slumped over, arm still outstretched from my shoulder. It wasn't a huge matter of time until he dropped down onto his knees, face totally covered. Walking away from him made me proud because I stood up for myself. However... I just still felt empty inside. Maybe I needed him? I probably love him. Probably.
More than likely.
Definitely.

Sorry it's so short I promise I'll write more often from now on, I got behind on my exam coursework and I had an after school detention for looking up pictures of penises on a teacher's laptop
Woo
Fun times