Through Heaven or Hell (William Macbeth X Female Reader)

Lion with a 'Y'

(Y/N) stared at the swinging door in shock.

He... he just... ran away. He ran away.

She tried to quell the eddies of swirling emotions that raged inside of her. She tried to ignore the sharp sting of his rejection.

What was going through his head? What was he thinking when he did that? Why did he just...

Stop thinking about it, she told herself sternly. Since when has anything good come out of rehashing things?

She glanced down at the smoothie that was beginning to feel like it was freezing her fingers to the point where it was connected to the plastic. She bit her lip, trying to keep the tears from her eyes. No matter what she told herself, she couldn't help it.

As if this day couldn't get any worse - not only did she have a confrontation with her older sister, but one out of the grand total of two of her friends had literally run away.

The taste of blood from her episode earlier today still danced around on her tastebuds. The tang seemed to have gotten stronger, and yet, (Y/N) still couldn't force herself to sip at the smoothie.

Sighing, she set the plastic cup down and began to attempt to warm up her hands. But, try as she might, she couldn't do anything about it.

She cursed her inability to ever warm up properly. It had never used to be that way - at least, not before she got kicked out of Angelus. Ever since, however, she was permanently cold. Only standing in front of a fire for a copious amount of time ever seemed to work.

"Was he with you?"

(Y/N) startled at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. It interrupted her thoughts.

She looked up, trying to prepare herself to push words out past her tight throat.

A girl with hair colored with the bright colors of a sunset pulled up into a half-ponytail stood there expectantly, her eyes half-lidded and shrouded with dark makeup. (Y/N)'s eyes flicked over her, realizing that she was an employee at the small shop - the same girl that had been at the counter when Will had gone up to order their frozen treats.

"U-uh... w-well, I, um..." (Y/N) couldn't say anything while looking up at her. Her gaze dropped back down to her freezing hands, looking at each scar, nick, and bruise. She could see a fading bruise over her knuckles on her left hand from when she had been scared by Zapp. She had spun around, trying to hit him, but she overshot and ending up punching the wall instead.

The girl winced at the memory. The embarrassment was still fresh in her mind. She was reminded of it every time she bent her fingers, feeling the pain of the bruised knuckle.

The long-haired girl sat down across from (Y/N), in Will's seat. She pulled the hair tie from her fluffy hair, allowing it to fall around her face. The length of her hair fell down her back, between her shoulder blades.

"Judging from the look on your face, I'm going to say yes." A pitying smile was on her face. "That, and I watched the two of you come in together. I'm sorry, man. Nobody deserves to have to suffer what he just did to you."

The other girl's words tightened (Y/N)'s throat even more.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, (Y/N) pulled the sleeves of Steven's hoodie over her fingers. As she examined her newly-created sweater-paws, she muttered, "Oddly enough, that doesn't make me feel any better about it."

Letting out a sharp snort, the girl leaned back against the tall seat. "I'd imagine not." She studied the heartbroken girl across from her, noticing how she was hunched over slightly, like she was trying to protect herself from something. The girl's face softened slightly. "Hey, man, I'm sorry. I'm not good at this emotion thing." She leaned forward, holding her hand out to (Y/N). "My name's Leon." The way she pronounced it sounded like lay-on.