Ace Attorney X Reader One Shots Vol. 2

Letting Go (Miles Edgeworth x Reader)

Letting Go (Miles Edgeworth x Reader)

A/N: Minor cursing.

Your Pov:

I grabbed my stuff and left the office, heading home for the day. My eyes burned from uncried, salty tears from days prior. My relationship with a man I had cared for deeply, had ended. I was a walking corpse, barely eating, barely sleeping, barely even functioning. He tried to talk to me but I ignored him. I didn't have the explanation he wanted or needed. Once I got to my car, I stopped.

I placed my stuff inside, but before I could get in, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Miles. I pulled away, "What do you want?" He sighed, "I wanted to talk with you. Ask a few questions, if you will." I rolled my eyes, "Hurry up then." He cleared his throat, "Did you ever love me?" I stared at him, "How can you even ask that?" He frowned, "Just tell me the truth!" I bit my lip, "About what?!"

He snarled, "Did you ever love me?!" I looked down, "I don't know!" He scoffed, "You were my best friend, my favorite person. You left me!"

He continued, "You walked away, you ran. And you think I was somehow just fine? You don't think that I was...dying too?" I shook my head, "No. No, ok, you weren't. Not like me. You were coping, you were ok. I couldn't even..." He cut me off, "I wasn't coping! I was covering for you...I was...to take care of you..."

I growled, "And now you're punishing me over and over because I dared to take things into my own hands? Because I recognized the spiral I was falling into and I went and did something about it?" He looked away.

"I was putting you first-" I cut him off, "I took care of myself so I would survive! And all that does is make you angry. What...What pisses you off so much that I chose to go after the thing that I needed to heal? Or that the thing I needed wasn't you?" He shook his head, "The thing that I needed was  you. I survived. You survived. But I do not think we can survive this."

With that, he turned and walked away. I watched him go until he disappeared back into the office. I sighed and got into my car, driving home. On the way, the radio seemed to taunt me, playing songs like 'Breakeven', 'Like I'm Gonna Lose You', and 'Impossible'. Once home, I went inside and laid on my bed. I cried heavily, my tears soaking the pillowcase. Outside, a storm raged on, almost like the one in my heart.

I guess it's true that when a heart breaks, it doesn't break even.