There was a feeling. She didn't know what it was though. Sadness? Anger? Relief?
(Y/N) didn't know. And deep down she didn't want to. Because it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. The sudden wave of sadness must have thickened the air, since (Y/N) struggled to breathe properly. The only thing she was able to do right now was sit and stare. Stare into the void. Her body went numb, and her mind went blank. There was nothing to think about.
"(Y/N)"
There was a Touch. And she did know who it belonged to. So she looked at him. And concentrated on all if his features. His eyes, smile, smell and most importantly, his touch. She needed it.
"(Y/N), you are crying."
Voice, so soft and soothing. It almost made her forget her sadness. Almost. Because she cried. And she didn't even notice.
"Why are you crying, Love?"
He softly wiped away a tear, that dripped down her cheek. She looked at him previously, but she actually saw him now. He looked worried, scared and confused in some way. She didn't blame him though. She was equally confused as he was.
"Why am I crying?"
(Y/N) finally asked herself. She knew, but didn't at the same time.
"Talk to me, darling."
He squeezed her hand and but one of his hand on her cheek. But she didn't know what to say. All of the thoughts in her head couldn't cooperate into words. So she just showed him.
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"You look upset."
"Thank you."
Dustin laughed, but soon realized that there was no joke. While it sounded sarcastic, she had no intent of being funny. She simply wasn't listening, was absent.
"What are you thinking about?"
Good question. What was (Y/N) thinking about? Maybe about how the past weeks felt like a lie to her and the person she loved the most? How all hope can get crushed in a matter of seconds? How there was no baby?
"I-...", she fumbled with her words, thoughts and balance. Slowly, she tumbled and had the feeling of dizziness. Not only was she falling, but her exsistence was falling. All she could do was cry. Dustin caught her, as she buried her face into his shoulder. And she let out small whimpers. Even though, she was neither sad or happy. She was just confused.
A while passes by. (Y/N) eventually calmed down, from a breakdown, she didn't know the cause of.
"So...you are not pregnant?"
"No."
"Does the Joker know?"
"Yes."
"And is he...mad?"
"No."
"Well...why aren't you with him?"
"I...fresh air...you know?", she again stuttered.
Seeing her so puzzled broke his heart. This girl was all over the place and didn't know how to help herself. She looked tired. Tired of the situation she's being in right now. It was crucial.
"I am going back in...okay?"
"Of course."
(Y/N) walked passed him, but stopped before she could enter the complex.
"Thank you.", she said, and she meant it this time. Dustin smiled.
"You are welcome."
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Arthur looked at the small tool in his hands. There was only one line. (Y/N) was not pregnant. He was not going to be a father.
While his disappointment was clear, there was also a hint of hope. This wasn't the last time they would sleep with each other. Definitely not. He smiled and though about that. The disappointment faded almost immediately.
And then she entered the room again.
Slowly, almost hesitant she entered and closed the door. It seemed like she was scared to stand in front of him. No eye contact, low body presence, shame. Thats what he got from her. So he smiled to try to make it a little better.
But it caused quite the opposite.
She broke down, fell down to her knees and put her hands in her face. She cried again. Her cries full of despair. Immediately, Arthur rushed to her and held her.
"It's ok, angel. No need to cry."
His soothing words not doing anything, he ran out of options. So he just held her, close to his body, since it was the only thing he could do. And as her cries got louder, his grip got tighter.
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Listening to his heartbeat made her realise how often it skipped a beat or changed it's rhythm. It was structured like a song. It had a Verse, a Chorus and a bridge. All elements that it took to make a good song.
Arthur was a song. A very beautiful one. A song that would win all the prizes. A song that would play in the radio all the time. It would be that kind of Song. (Y/N) would listen to it all the time without ever getting tired of it. Imperfectly Perfect.
She sat in his lap, with his hands wrapped around her tightly. His head on hers. Souls aligned. His hands caressing her body, like she was a piece of glass. (Y/N) felt loved again.
No words were spoken, but vows were exchanged. Arthur knew, that the time would come. And (Y/N) knew, that this was not the end. It was the beginning.
So they sat there as the sun started to set. They looked at the bright red sky and enjoyed the sight. The sky was burning. Eve was here.
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Oh my god. I haven't updated in for so long and I am so sorry :,(
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