My Literal Soulmate // Lotor x Reader ((DISCONTINUED))

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"Late last night, an unidentified male was murdered. If you have any information on who this is, please call..."

[ name ]'s face was of utter horror, dropping the tray she had balanced on her hand. Dishes and cups shattered onto the floor, half-eaten food and lukewarm beverages spilling free, the sound of utensils clattering to the floor as she saw a picture flash onto the screen.

Lotor Quint.

The [ hair color ]-ette couldn't hold back her emotions like usual as she felt a warm liquid run down her cheeks, eyes glued to the small television hanging in the diner. Her legs collapsed beneath her and landed onto the broken shards of glass.

But the pain couldn't compare to what she felt in her heart.

"[ name ]!" The voice of one of her coworkers was muffled to [ name ], trying to block out the noises of the world, not wanting to hear how her best friend was killed. [ name ] wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted time to reverse so she could stop the pain.

If I hadn't left, would he have still been alive? [ name ] thought. To her, it felt as if her heart was being pulled in multiple different directions, all at once, before being squeezed again like a balloon. It looped, repeated, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Not with knowing so many eyes were on her and there were surely people talking about her.

"Out..." [ name ] croaked out. "I want...air." She could hear more than one voice this time, feeling four sets of hands helping her up and out the door, placing her on the bench outside. [ name ] folded over like a piece of paper, strands [ hair length ] [ hair color ] hair sticking to her face as she shook. The girl crossed her arms over her torso, wanting to find some type of comfort in her one person hug.

"...okay?" There was only one voice now: Lucielle. [ name ] allowed herself to hear the voice but didn't move from her hunched over position. "[ name ], did you hear me?" [ name ] shook her head. "You can take the rest of the day off and as long as you need." Lucielle's voice was soft and fragile. "Just shoot me a text whenever you start to feel better, okay?"

"...Thank you," was all [ name ] could muster out in reply before bursting into another crying fit, clinging onto the older girl for support. Lucielle gladly took the girl into her arms, saying nothing as she rubbed the top of [ name ]'s [ hair color ] head.

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It had been quite a few hours since the reveal of her deceased friend, using that time to compose herself. [ name ] had swapped her uniform for a pair of [ color ] leggings and a loose gray sweatshirt, tying a thick [ color ] scarf around her neck and slipping on a simple pair of Reeboks. Her head was covered by a white toboggan. A ring of red still presented itself around her eyes, having cried on and off for most of the day.

Now being close to midnight and marching up the steps of the Quint residence, [ name ] banged on the knocker of the oak door repeatedly, waiting for any sort of response. She was quickly rewarded by the sound of muffled speech inside the large household.

"I don't know, Haggar. Maybe some beggar on the street." The voice of the person [ name ] was hoping to speak to boomed echoed from the opposite side of the door. As the door opened to reveal Lotor's father, Zarkon, [ name ] had almost forgotten how intimidating he was. Almost.

"Can I speak to you?" [ name ] said, pulling down the scarf away from her mouth.

"Who is it?!" [ name ] heard her friend's mother, Haggar, screech from somewhere inside the house.

"No one important, dear!" Zarkon yelled back. "Go back to sleep, I shouldn't be long!" The heavily-built man focused his attention back to [ name ], his gaze narrowed. "And what is a rat like you doing on my property?"

"Didn't you hear?" [ name ] asked, knowing her voice was going to crack. "Your son died." To [ name ]'s disbelief and horror, Zarkon shrugged.

"And what of it? Means one less pest to worry about."

"He was your son!" [ name ] yelled, feeling tears prick her eyes. "You can't tell me that you didn't love your only child!"

"At one point, I did," Zarkon replied. "But what he did..."

"That shouldn't matter!" [ name ] felt herself shake from overwhelming emotions, feeling tears start to roll down her cheeks. "Whether what he did was unforgivable or not, he's still your son! The only child you and Haggar ever had. He was a miracle child to you both, your pride and joy, and you just throw that all away because he saw something you didn't want him to see, and then punishing him for it!" The [ eye color ]-eyed girl blinked away the tears that blurred her vision, staring hard at her deceased friend's father. "The least you could give him is a proper funeral." Their eyes didn't break contact as an uncomfortable silence settled over them.

"...Rats don't deserve funerals." [ name ] couldn't even respond before the door was slammed in her face. Anger replaced the sadness she had felt, now banging her fist on the door.

"You're the worst kind of parent, you know that?!" The [ hair color ]-ette screamed. "You didn't deserve Lotor as a son! He was the kindest human you could meet and you never bothered to open your eyes to see it!" [ name ] gave the door one last kick and screamed out of frustration. The girl walked down the steps before turning her head upwards, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Screw you, Zarkon! You too, Haggar! You'd both earn the award for shittiest parents!" Standing there, [ name ] waited for some type of response, but was met with nothing but silence.

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So I finally updated! Honestly, this shouldn't have been as hard as it was to write lol and would've updated sooner if not for my busy schedule. I finally got accepted into the college I wanted and have already been registered for my fall classes! I'm so excited to start the next chapter of my life (and I won't have classes on Fridays so that'll probably be my day to write!).

Sorry if this seems half-assed; some of this was written before my shift and then finished close to 2 am ^^;;

-Mother Galaxy