Love Triangles Are For Little Girls

Chapter 4: Lips Of An Angel

Valdis sat on his couch with her head in her hands, tears uncontrollably rolling down her face as she sobbed in pain. Not even thirty seconds walking in, she broke down crying with her hands flying up to her eyes trying to wipe her tears. She was overwhelmed and didn't know how to handle her emotions; The fear of her little brother is in a coma and the possibility that Steve stopped loving her. Valdis hated being a crybaby but she couldn't hold it together anymore, she was already on the verge of breaking down when trying to get Bjorn to get to sleep.

Who else she could turn to for comfort that wouldn't argue with her about it? Remy fucking LeBeau, her ex-boyfriend, the guy that Steve worried about her seeing again. Steve wasn't going to be for her now, let alone she wanted to be far as hell away from him. She didn't know how to even feel about anything, her brain was on overdrive and she needed someone to vent to before she went back to numbing herself out with excessive drinking and popping Xanax.

An hour and a half later, Remy had gotten her to calm down and breathe before she passed out from the excessive hyperventilation. He honestly didn't know how he was able to do it, let alone remember how he comforted Valdis before when she'd come to him from the mental abuse Angel inflicted on her. But this time, it was for heartbreak and seeking comfort for the fact Steve broke and blew up on her. There was true heartbreak in her eyes, the pain in her cry differed from the other types he had heard from her. He didn't know how to describe it other than absolute heartbreak.

Now Valdis slouched against the back of the couch holding onto a couch pillow, her eyes red and glossy, and dried tears stained her face. Mascara and black eyeliner darkened her pale face even with her cheek red from the crying. She stared off into space waiting for Remy to come back with the tea he told her he was going to give to her to help calm her down. Now she felt the numbness overcome her, dullness formed in her ice-blue eyes with no shine or sparkle to be found, she's been switching in between two modes: sheer panic and stress, anger and sadness.

She had already begun to list the things that Steve did that irritated her to counter his claim that she was irritating but didn't specify what. But she was only able to come up with eight at the moment.

I hate Steve's flawless complexion.

I hate Steve's amazing art skills.

I hate that he has a body of a god yet is still insecure about it.

I hate how somehow Steve has perfect teeth even though dental care wasn't big back in the 20s.

I hate how he is loved by everyone with no issues.

I hate the way he stares at me.

I hate it when he makes me laugh,

I hate it, even more, when he made me cry.

I hate-

Suddenly, as if the window disappeared from her view, Valdis realized what was blocking her view. She pursed her lips together into a frown to look up to see who was blocking the view.

Behind the steaming mug was a french mutant looking back at her with a tiny grin formed on his face. His demonic eyes held comfort with a quirked eyebrow raised over his left eye. He held out the mug to her wanting her to take it knowing that drinking the tea will relax her and calm her down further.

"Two tablespoons of honey for chamomile, yeah?" He asked in a soft voice, holding the mug for her.

Valdis wanted to smile at his kindness, but she couldn't find the facial muscles to attempt to try.