Mettaton X Reader- Healing Love

Ch.6- Nothing's Perfect

Song: Middle- DJ Snake ft. Bipolar Sunshine
https://youtu.be/mOKqNxN4jWM

The days swept past. So many flew away I had lost count. The only thing preventing me from slipping away is my college. But even now it's lost its hold on me.
I want to turn back the time and start over with everything. Maybe then I would have fitted in at a younger age. I could have been liked- could be popular. Then I'd take place of that pretty blonde girl in Metta's arms. I slowly start to degrade, and my heart begins to freeze. The familiar feeling of lament kills me inside. It ebbs away at my core, leaving a mass of blackened charcoal behind. In place of the once euphoric me it lay, charring like hot embers. Then it hits me. There's no use me whining over this- I have to make things right. I can't live my life holding grudges. I'll build tracks, bridges and roads with him. I'll make it a perfect world again.
Nobody's perfect. We all make mistakes- Maybe this is one of his.
I send a message to his new number, and ask to meet at the café, 5pm today. I set off to get ready. I doll myself up to the best standard, and realise the time is getting late. 4PM. I hurriedly pick what to wear, but end up settling with a checkered shirt, jeans and sneakers.
Walking, I quickly end up at my destination. It's 4:55. Not long. I never got a response from him, but he read my text.
I'm hoping he'll come.
I order myself a milkshake. I don't fancy the caffeine in a coffee. I'm already shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
5PM. No sight of him. My feet tap relentlessly at the checkered flooring. My mouth becomes dry and I begin to panic. I'm going to look a right idiot if I get stood up.
5:05PM. I'm beginning to lose hope and really consider leaving. It's when I get up to leave, the door opens up, and I see a mix of pink and black, glittering in the bar lights. I look up fully, and see a pink eye meet mine. His hair is looking perfect. He looks so clean it's unreal.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, I didn't see the message until 3PM and getting ready takes a while..." He sheepishly grins and shoots a worried look at the floor.
"Oh it's okay, I'm just happy you made it. We really need to talk." I approach him, and beckon him back to the table I was at.
"Would you like anything?" I ask shyly, wanting to run out and let my blush escape.
"No thank you darling." He refuses politely.
I sit down, a lump in my throat growing.
"Mettaton, I want to talk to you about everything. I'm sorry I got so upset about everything. I hope you understand, and maybe we could go back to being friends?"
His face is blank. He doesn't look as though he's willing to say yes. Yet he doesn't show any signs of a no.
"Darling... I'm sorry, but I can't be friends with you."
His words stuck deep inside me like poisonous daggers. They decayed every part of me.
"Metta... Why..." Tears threatened to spill.
"__, it's just not right." He sternly spoke out, staring into me like thin air. He stood up, ready to leave.
I couldn't take any more. I tore off out of the café, not wanting to hear another heart wrenching word. I should never have cared. It always brings me to my knees.

"__... I wanted to tell you something else..."
Mettaton stood, frozen. He had ruined everything.