BRAWLER WANTED

[Barley] Somebody Else

ミ★  Third person POV
ミ★ 3000+ words
ミ★ Angst w/ Resolution
ミ★ Notes : ohohoh man, no I'm not dead and I'm really sorry for the lack of updates. School was really kicking my ass but now that I have a week off I can finally focus on writing again. Sorry if there's any grammatical errors, I wrote a majority of the end in a single sitting w/o re-reading it. I really just wanna update at this point so I'll fix anything later on. Hope you enjoy!

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"How many times?" She wondered, "how many times will it take to just get over this?"

Her [e/c] eyes shined the reflection of the table. It was as if this exact scenario was a copy paste of the one a day before. Actions became more and more meaningless, void of all color. A heavy sigh rolls out her lips, eyes shut closed as she turns to face her group. Unknowingly to her, each of them looked back with masked sympathy.

Crow clears his throat, scooting closer to the empty shell beside him. His hand hovers onto her back. [F/n] keeps unresponsive to his comforting gesture. Despite this, the bird continues. His gaze momentarily shifting towards Bull, who sat up in his place.

His fist collides onto the table, gruff muttering followed. "...I will fuckin' snap that hunk of metal in half." A short pause occurs, then, a huff.

"Drop it." [F/n] finally breaks, expression written with annoyance. She waged a war with the liquid threatening to spill from her orbs, sending a cold shoulder towards any feelings of self-pity. What happened before lead up to this entire mess, it was her fault.

Always being one to remain stoic and disconnected from others, there were moments where a glimmer of compassion would come out under rare occasions. Yet, somehow, he'd always pull these moments out. So much so she felt constant vulnerability. [F/n] flipped this feeling towards aggression, but even then he'd be patient with her.

Barley showed her nothing but kindness. No matter what storm she brewed, the robot would be there with an umbrella in hand. He gave meaning to the normalcy her life had.

[F/n] shrugs off Crow's wing, nodding once in his direction. Her eyes linger in the opposite side of his place. "What do you mean drop it—?" Bibi, foretelling the future of these outcomes without fail, cuts in.

"It's my fault." She forces.

The trio all glue their eyes onto her figure. She nervously rubbed the crook of her neck, false guilt stamped onto her. [F/n] chuckles, rocking her head both sides. "You kidding? I'm the idiot that gave love a chance." Her fingers pressed into her palm.

She guides their gazed over towards the bar, where Barley stood looking chipper than usual. Piper keeps him company, a noticeable blush crossed onto her pale cheeks.

"Got fucking dumped for her."

[F/n] grits her teeth as she rips her attention away from them. The worst part about it, she wasn't even upset towards Piper. She was one of the other brawlers who'd put up with her.

"They deserve each other."

The [h/c] haired girl stands immediately upon finishing her statement. Her bland expression leaves them uncomfortably shifting in their place. They all watch as she walks out, words stuck to their tongues. She needed to be alone, they knew that.