Mettaton X Reader- Healing Love

Ch.8- Need Her Back

DJ Boyka- Send Me An Angel (Trance Remix)
https://youtu.be/HbMJpFU1YwE

Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I know y'all anticipating this chapter but I've had exams and coursework to complete after school! t•n•t (<<Middle fingers to school)

Mettaton's POV
    I know where she lives. That's a start. I have to get myself together. Get something to say sorry... I'm sure she told me her favourite flowers at some point... But did she say she has hayfever? Let's not get flowers. Chocolate? Why if she's intolerant or vegan? Forget chocolate. A Teddy bear! Actually... That's a little cliché.
     Why is making up so hard?! I need to find something as soon as possible! I can't let her leave, I need her back!
I mustn't get something too expensive- I can't look fake. But it must be something she likes... How about a little ornament? THAT'S PERFECT! How about a snow globe!
     Instantly, it hits me. I should get her something that represents our first 'date'. I wonder I they do souvenirs of the nature park we went to a while ago?
     Walking quickly, I arrive at the reserve. Just my luck! A dainty summer booth stood by the entrance. It had all different kinds of memorabilia. The one type I wanted was just in stock. One snow globe left. One with the magnificent oak tree we sat under. Gorgeous. I pay for it. Now to get to her place. Fast.
     Your POV
     I really loved Metta. It's a shame what happened, but how can I know for sure he won't betray me again? I can't take that chance. Not without certainty.
    *Knock Knock*
If those illiterate Barbies have found my address,  God help them. I'll show them not to come near my residence.
      Being in a clumsy depressed trance, I stumble to the door. My eyes are puffed and red from crying- Itchy too.
     I see a flash of pink through the frosted glass door window. It's those girls dressed like their idol- The bimbo herself. I still think I should give them a chance, I'm not doing anything productive at the minute.
      Despite my accusations, I catch eye of a head full of black hair. And the skin is but a fashionable tint; grey.
Nothing here resembles the girls anymore, rather a certain robotic superstar. Mettaton.
      My instincts tell me to slam the door and leave him standing. Yet his hands forbid me to do so. He holds a snow globe. Manicured fingers wrap it tight, but soon relax as his arms outstretch toward me.
      "It- It's for... Me?" I stutter, taken aback. It's not a random gift either. It contains a miniature sculpture of the tree we sat beneath on our first outing.
       "Yes, of course it is." He smiles, tilting head to the side and contently closing his eyes.
I take the present, and shake it. The glitter is so pretty. Its perfect.
      "I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused-" He begins to apologise, but I stop him midway with a finger on his lips.
     "It's fine, just promise me it won't happen again."
     "It won't. I can't bear to lose you again. That hurt. More than you know." He embraced me, tears welling in his eyes.
      "Want to come in for a drink?" I offer.
      "I'd love to. Thank you."