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Y/N POV
"Hello." I answered the call from an unknown number.
"Hello, is this Y/N Y/L/N?" A woman asked.
"Yes, may I ask who's speaking?" I said nervously.

"I'm Dana," (pronounced Dane- uh)
"I'm from your brother's Coast Guard team. See, Y/B/N had a very important quest last week and was ordered to come back yesterday. Well he never returned, as protocol we sent our search party along with a police search party."

Tears brimmed my eyes as my breathing became sporadic and heavy. My chest began to burn as only the worst came to mind.
"Was he found?" I asked as a whisper.
"Excuse me?" Dana asked.
"Was he, or his... body, found?" I asked, trying to regulate my breathing.
"Yes ma'am. He was found, sadly not alive." Was the last thing I heard before my emotions took over.

My breathing worsened as I dialed her number. I know we broke things off but she's all I have. She picked up on the second ring.
"Y/N?" She asked.
"B-Bey, it's happening. M-my worst nightmare is- is happening." I said. My breathing only worsened at the memories.

"Baby, I'm on my way. I'll be there in three minutes tops." She said before hanging up.


Bey's POV
"Yes we broke it off Kehlani." I sighed. I'm just trying to get to
Y/N before she has a severe panic attack.
"Then why did she call you!? She could've just as easily called Nicki! But no Beyoncé!! She called you, so why!? Why are you her shoulder to cry on!? I just don't-" GCO

"AND YOU WONT GET IT! I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH THAT WOMAN SINCE 7TH GRADE!! IVE BEEN THROUGH EVERYTHING WITH HER!! FROM HER BROTHER FIRST LEAVING WHEN SHE WOULDN'T EAT EVEN A CHIP!!! TO WHEN WE WENT INTO HIGHSCHOOL!! WE GREW UP TOGETHER WE GRADUATED TOGETHER AND HAVE BEEN HURT TOGETHER!! I COULD NEVER STOP LOVING HER!! AND HONESTLY, IF SHE WANTS ME BACK AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT I WILL DROP ANY AND EVERYONE FOR HER BECAUSE SHES THE TRUE DEFINITION OF BEYONCÉ'S EVERYTHING!!" I yelled before rushing out of the driveway.

After five minutes of speeding I finally made it to Y/N's house. I quickly opened it with my key and rushed up the stairs.
"Y/N!!! Baby, I'm here!! Breathe baby!" I yelled as I ran up her stair case but I slowed down when I saw her. She was in the back corner of her dark room with a gun to her own head.

"Now baby, we need to talk before making big choices." I said quietly as I slowly eased towards her.
"H-he's gone Bey, I have no more reason to be here on this earth. He's my only family and my
b-best friend!" She screamed and cried all while the gun rested against her temple at a slight tilt. Tears stained her cheeks as the dim light of the moon reflected from the wet streaks.
"I know baby, I know. He's all we have left and it's gonna be so hard while he's gone." I agreed. I was now close enough to touch her but I never want to scare her.

"I'm gonna hug you now cause you're making to big of choices without me." I said before quickly wrapping my shaking arms around her own. Her elbow straightened out, making the gun fall onto the floor. She reached for it again but I kicked it away from us as she sobbed into my shoulder.
"Shhh, I know you aren't okay. But that's completely understandable, and no ones gonna think you're over reacting. You're acting very understandable." I whispered to her.

"H-he... I love him and now he's, he's GOOOONNEE!!" She screamed. I rubbed her back in slow circles as she muffled her sobs in my chest.
"I have nobody!!!" She screamed some more.

"You have me baby, you'll always have me and my heart." I said as her cries quieted.
"And I'll always be in love with you but you've obviously moved on." She sniffles.
"I think it's even more obvious that I haven't. I yelled at Kehlani cause she was trying to stop me from coming." I said as I brushed my fingers through her hair.
"Y-you yelled at her f-for me?" She asked like it was the hardest thing to believe.

"Yes baby, of course." I said honestly. She only sobbed harder when she heard this but I didn't know why. But then again, I never asked, all she needs right now is my presence, not only do I know that... but I love that.

It's been two weeks and I haven't let Y/N stay anywhere alone. She's tried too hard for me to let her out of my sight. She tried everything... from pills, knives, guns, to suffocating herself under her pillow.

Today is the funeral for Y/B/N and I'm having her take a bath since she's already tried tripping herself in the shower. As I washed her body she slid lower and lower. When I looked up she had her nose and mouth under the water while her eyes wandered anywhere but mine.

"Stop that!" I said before lifting her from her armpits. She immediately started crying at the tone of my voice and began beating her head against the wall. I quickly picked her up like a baby and threw her on the bed.
"Stop that. I need you alive or else I'll be next." I said, the last part a whisper.

After I dried her off she wouldn't cooperate with me as I tried to dress her. I grabbed her face in my hands and looked her dead in her eyes.
"Cooperate, now." I growled, making her cry harder. She cooperated but then just laid on the bed. I was turned to get her shoes when I heard metal bang against something.

Y/N had a huge knife aligned with her wrist. Just before she moved it I kicked it out her hand only to make her sob uncontrollably. That's all she does now a days, she barely talks to me even... let alone anyone else.
"Shhh baby, shhh." I rocked her in my arms as if she were a baby.
She sobbed harder as I kissed her forehead.

"Bey!" She screamed.
"Yes baby." I said as if she wasn't screaming at me.
"He told me th-that he wanted t-to see us ge-get married. An-and I messed that u-up!"
See, Y/N broke up with me because I wasn't being a girlfriend. After my 'I Am...' album and promo I was too busy to come home. And if so I wouldn't talk to her, I would be on business calls or going to meetings.

"I messed that up baby. Not you. So don't put the pressure on yourself. I love you too. Okay?" I asked. She nodded her head as it rested against my shoulder. I carefully yet forcefully moved her face to mine and gave her our first kiss in a year and a half.

Her lips molded to mine perfectly as her tears made a salty taste.
"I love you Beyoncé." She whispered as she slowly fell asleep in my shoulder. I laid her down before stripping her of her clothes and doing the same for me.

"We'll wake up in an hour." I whispered to myself as the pull of sleep came over me.


4 years later
"Babe! Have you seen my glasses!?" My fiancée yelled from the bathroom.
"Um..." I looked to my right to see them sitting on her bedside table.
"No! Where did you last have them!?" I asked as I grabbed them. I slipped from my robe and put her glasses low on my nose.

I walked into the bathroom to see her nude as well.
"I thought I had them last night while I was!-" GCO
She smiled as she looked me up and down for a minute.
"You're so beautiful." She whispered before bringing me into a kiss. As we pulled away she grabbed her glasses off my nose.

"I love you." I smiled.
"I love you." She blushed. She put her glasses on over her beautiful Y/E/C eyes. Her clear skin lasted from the top of her head to her mouth. She is a real survivor, my Wonder Woman. Her breasts also have similar scars and her back has imprints of hot coal rocks.

Her thighs have scars and bruises but she progressed. She doesn't cut herself anymore, sometimes she'll try and beat herself. The bruises are her own doings, but they don't make her any less beautiful. They give her a story, a picture book is her story and she was just the canvas.

I've grown with this woman and she is amazing, everything about her. From her ability to understand and help others cope better than she did, to her ability of drawing and writing. It's all shown through her body.

Her favorite thing to tell her students is "Beauty is like air, it cannot be seen. But you are the water, everyone needs you." And to this day, she follows her own beliefs by working not to harm herself. Sometimes the way she copes with the insecurities of one day is to have us make love. Or when she needs to cope with anger she wants rough, intense sex.

I do whatever she needs from me because she deserves it.

Every Queen has to fight in battle💜

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