Connor RK800 Imagines {Request are Closed!}

I Won't Leave You

A/N: so I'm still recovering from depression but honestly it's getting worse and I really just wanted to distract myself with writing since I've been reading all the comments, which made me feel better. This will have some of my personal experiences so idk, because I'm upset? Anyways, I hope you all beautiful (yes you don't doubt me) people are having a nice day, thank you so much I literally love you all.
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Honestly fuck everything, fuck the world. It clearly hates you, always wanting to make you suffer so much. It's not fair, honestly why? Does God want you dead? Why doesn't he just hit you with a truck already and call it over? Instead he rather just make you suffer like some reality TV show, he wants the tea (I now see Shane Dawson being God oml) the juicy shit. Wow thanks God, I thought you loved me.

And having your heartbroken by the person you loved is literally the worse feeling ever. It's such a heavy painful dark experience to ever feel, you just feel so empty and shattered. You wish (s)he didn't pay you like that, you weren't dating but holy fuck you loved them. (S)he made you feel happy and alive.

(S)he made you feel so many things, good and bad at the same time, they helped you get through it though. You let them into your life, and made a connection and love (yes I mean sex too). You loved them so much, they loved you too. But, they weren't actually interested in a relationship only just for sex, but you stayed because you loved them.

You stayed for seven months and you began to become distant. Them not answering you when you needed them, them swiping right on your best (ex) friend, making promises only to be broken, and so much more. Yet you stayed, they helped you with your accident (I won't be mentioning but you can make up one) they really did. Now, they're hurting you with empty promises and having major trust issues. You missed the old version of them, wishing you could be more but really nothing but friends. It hurt you.

You then finally left, sick and tired of them. But it hurt, it honestly feels like a break up. They promised that they'll never leave you but they lied and you just realised. You are broken, but they're okay. Really they never cared if you just left them like you did. But, you can't go back even if they made you feel better and numbed the pain away. You can not allow yourself to go back to them, you want to recover.

You walk into the station, heart feeling empty and honestly just wishing to go home. You don't have the energy to be here. You sigh as you sit on your chair, turning on your computer to read some articles or stories. You scroll past a lot of romantic ones, feeling you might have another break down if you do.

"Good morning, Y/N."

You turn around to face the Android, his smile bright and beautiful. You smile weakly as you turn back around to your computer, not taking interest in him. He seems confused, you usually greet him better than that. Rude? No. He knew something is wrong, he scanned you obviously.

"Y/N, you're not okay. Are you?" He ask softly making you shrug. "You are heartbroken." He spat, making you bite your lip feeling your heart shatter by the realisation of his words. You try to hold back the tears, replaying the memories in your mind of them.

"It's complicated." You whisper, softly. You're trying to remain calm, not have another breakdown. Connor can tell you're about to break any second, he grabs your hand and slightly tugs it. You look up confused, you pull your hand away not wanting that reassurance.

"Please." He whispers to you. This made you break, you stand up as you walk away from him and head away into the bathroom.

The tears streaming down your face, your heart shattering, memories of the, flashing through your mind. You push the bathroom door open violently as you shut it behind you. Then that's it, that's where you began to breakdown. You cried, tears falling rapidly, your breathing ragged, hands shaking so violently.

You look towards the sink as you turn the tap as the water streams down the metal bar. You grasp the water as you wash your face, trying to clear the tears. Your cries silent, only for you to hear. You then look up facing your reflection in the mirror. You see a different version of yourself, a more angry and shattered self.

Before you knew it you heard glass shattering and a striking pain tingling in your fist. You look into the mirror, broken pieces crashing onto the ground surrounding you. Blood tickling down your fist and onto the floor, drop by drip creating a pool.

You're surrounded by your own broken self.

You then break down sobbing as you turn your back against the wall, sliding down hugging yourself. Your body is shaking, it's like you're having a panic attack. You feel like you're dying from this heartbreak, you wish you were because suffering from it fucking sucks.

You then feel something touching your arm, you flinch as you quickly look up facing a pair of hazel brown eyes. Connor there, touching your arm, holding it in a some sort of a supportive way. You didn't even hear him come in due to being distracted. He shows a painful glance at you, you hated that. You pull your arm away as you wipe your tears with your sleeve.

"Please leave." You whisper with a croak in your voice.

"I'm not leaving you."

You roll your eyes at him.

"I heard that before."

Silence, it was thick. Connor still with you, you wishing him to leave but secretly wanting him to stay.

"Well, I'll repeat it again. I will never ever leave you Y/N, I promise you." He says, with so much certainty in his eyes. You wanted to believe him, but you can't. Not after what they did to you. He grabs your bleeding hand as he begins to scan it.

"How can I trust you?" You ask as he looks up at you, finishing scanning.

"You won't for awhile, because of how damaged you are by the wrong people. But trust earns time at a devastating time like this. And hopefully you'll trust me, because I really deeply care for you." He says making you show a sad smile. "You have sprained your wrist, please don't hurt yourself again. Because I will scan you for any injuries."

"I can't tell if that's a good thing or invade of privacy." You mock.

"I want you safe. I hate seeing you hurt, it makes me upset that you're hurting especially after your accident." He says making you shrug your shoulders as you look down. Connor grasp your hands gently, being careful of your sprained wrist. "You may be thinking I'm lying to you but I'm not. I will never use you like they did, I know how happy they made you feel but if they make you sad like this then it's best to leave them. You deserve to be happier without them, you have better people to spend your time on. I'll be with you when you need me, okay. I'm just a call away, please promise me you'll call me. And I swear I'll come running to you. I want no... I need to help you because you deserve to be happy. I hate seeing you like this. I love you Y/N."

You were stunned, really. You couldn't wrap your head around his words. You bite your lip as you look down again, you can't tell if he's telling you the truth or not but fuck you're scared. You don't want to get hurt again. Connor notices this as he held your knees with a comforting smile.

"I'll take it slow, but please don't hesitate." Connor then removes his hand from you as he stands up dusting himself off as he begins to walk away.

Before both of you knew it you grabbed his hand tightly, he turns to face you. Your eyes red and puffy from crying, hair a mess. You looked so broken, you were the mirror you shattered. He turns around to face you.

"Please don't leave me like they did." You whisper as he smiles, he then pulls you into a hug as you then let it out. Crying in front of him. He places his arms around your back tracing circles to reassure you.

"I won't leave you."