Flowers (Cryaotic x Reader)

Comfort and Conffetions

Hey, guys! I'm not dead! I was actually busy getting inspired by Voltron oneshots. Really.... watch the show.... IT'S AMAZING. So I'm thinking about doing my own Voltron: Defenders of the Universe story! It's going to be a Pidge X Female!Reader for those who adore the little brainiac X3. I literally spent HOURS looking for a Pidge x Reader book but found nothing! NOTHING! But, after my fury subsided, I thought that if I really wanted it, I'll have to do it myself. Welp, that's that. I suppose that if you actually bothered to read this, you're going nuts 'cause you just want to read the GOSH DANG STORY. So, I'll give you what you want. As Mario says, "LETS'A GO!"
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You held your legs close to your chest, tears cascading down your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut, afraid to open them.

You were sick of living like this, afraid, nervous and in pain. Why couldn't you live like the other girls? Like the other NORMAL people?

You buried your face into your knees. The heat of the hallucinations still whirled around your shaking form.

What does Cry think of me now? You wonder, I bet he thinks I'm a freak. I did it again. I ran out on him. Now he hates me.

You huddled up in your corner, eyes still shut tight. You looked insane, which is probably what you are. You cautiously opened an eye. Fire loomed from every which way still.

All of your happiness had been stripped from your heart, which was pleading to end it all and end its pain and suffering. You felt as if life had set the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Is it so hard to ask to start anew? To wake up from a bad dream? Is it so hard?

Your sobs died down along with a few of the flames, for you had no more tears to spare. So you hiccupped in a dark corner, hating yourself.

*timeskip 2 days later*

You opened your eyes, letting yourself wake up.

Orangey sunlight poured into the room. The once towering flames turned into small pathetic balls of light.

You hadn't eaten anything and was in no mood for a glass of water. Your body was stiff and aching from lack of food, water and sunlight, and also the fact that you had been in the same position as you were two days ago. There were dark circles around your eyes and your skin was pale. Your once shining (e/c) eyes were now dull.

You still thought of Cry. You thought about how he probably forgot you, and if he did, in fact, remember you, how he would hate you for lying to him and leaving when you were afraid.... like a filthy coward.

So that's what you labeled yourself.

A filthy coward.

A few weak knocks on the door snapped you out of your trance like state. You just stared at it, for your lips were chapped and your voice was slowly dying away along with your heart.

The knocking came again, only a bit louder. You didn't move, you only stared. The knocking turned into pounding, forcing you to flinch.

"God, (Y/n), just open up already. I know your in there."
A familiar voice scolded.

You squeezed your eyes shut, mentally screaming for him to go away. But he was DETERMINED (sorry I had it on *ahem* caps lock)

"Jesus, do you want me to bash this door in?" Cry sounded more frustrated, "Y/n, God, that's it, I'm coming in!" And with that he opened the door and rushed in.

You still had your eyes shut, so you couldn't see that God forsaken mask. You could feel his gaze burn into your body, though.

"Jesus." He said, barely above a whisper. You heard footsteps padding towards you. He crouched down to your height, his breath tickling your quivering skin. He lifted a shaking hand up to your face and caressed your moist cheek with his thumb.

"God, (Y/n), it's only been two days," He mumbled,"Stop hiding, I found you and I'm going to damn well comfort you. "

Cry moved you into his lap, cradling you in his arms. You gulped.

"Now," He said sternly, "Tell me everything."

You trembled, but you then gave a shaky sigh and, with a hoarse voice, told him your life story: The fire, your mother's tragic death, your leg, how you grew to love gardening and most of all.......
Your fears.

At the end of the story, Cry was silent. He held you tighter in his arms, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. Cry was crying. At that point, you were also crying. You both were a mess o f tears and sniffles.

"W-Why? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"He asked, burying his face into your back.

" B-Because I th-thought you would think I'm a f-freak and leave me and I would b-b-be alone again."You hiccupped again.

"No..... You want to know why I will never leave you?" Cry asked.

You didn't reply.

I........... I love you, (Y/n).