𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

15 - [CX ft. Erik L.] Armistice

A R M I S T I C E
noun [ahr-muh-stis]

A temporary suspension of hostilities by agreement of the warring parties; truce.

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You frowned as you stared at him, laying in bed remaining completely still and lifeless. It hurt you to watch him in that state. He was such a strong-willed man, you admired him like that and he inspired every single person around him.

But he can't take it anymore. He claims he has no reason to continue his work and his 'normal' life, even though you've told him that in any other circumstance, his and you lives are far from being normal.

"He's at the lowest of his lows [y/n], he'll... pull himself out of it," Hank placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. You stepped back and leaned on the door frame, continuing to watch the Professor shut his eyes.

"How can you be sure about that Hank? I can't watch him like this anymore, it's hurting me on the inside too," You whispered and he looked to the floor.

"The Professor won't let what he's built fall apart, he won't-"

"But it feels like that's most likely going to happen."

None of you said another word. Hank let go of your shoulder then walked away, going towards his room. You stepped inside the Professor's bedroom and sat on the empty side of the bed. He lay on his side, his back facing you.

"Charles, are you awake?" You asked softly and he turned towards you, smiling tiredly.

"Don't waste your time with me, love," He mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

"Charles please you... need to get up and fight this! You're better than being thrown to the ground like this, come on," You motivated and he sighed loudly, holding his forehead.

"I-I can't do anything about whatever happens around me [y/n]! I have no control over any situation," He explained with heartbreak, "Erik took away literally everything I had in my possession, he took away... R-Raven and corrupted her mind! Almost all my students have been appointed for the Vietnam war and there's barely anyone in this school."

"I'm here, Hank's here-"

"Yeah but that's not enough!" He shouted, "It's a school, not a cemetery! There are supposed to be students in every room lile when it first opened up but now there's just me and you and Hank and..."

You placed a hand on his forehead and stoked the strands of hair that fell on top of his face. Although, he moves your hand away and turned to the side once again.

You sighed then got up from the bed. You stood there, pondering over his current state then backing away. You stepped out of the room then shut the door. You rested your forehead on the door and took a deep breath.

You had to take matters into your hands, this is ruining the one man you know to be confident and strong.

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HONK! SCREECH!