Soulmates Bernard x fem!reader

You Hate Your Life Too- Chapter 1

(A/N: So yeah, this is being rewritten. Anyway, Bernard's last name will be Stiller as Bernard does not have an official last name (plus Stiller is the last name of his VA))

READER'S POV:

It had only been a short while since Metro-man had died and the city was under Megamind's control, and though he had not done anything super evil, most of it was just petty crime anyone with enough brain could pull off.  Even I could pull it off. I stared at His statue, Metro-man's marble statue, blankly. It was the centerpiece of his museum that had opened just a few days ago. It felt so surreal, He was just alive a few days ago. Now he is dead, my best friend, Metro-Man, was always there for me since childhood; tears started to well up in my eyes. I just could not believe it. It felt like I was going through every stage of grief at once. I felt frail, like a slight breeze could make me crumble.

 It was late at night and the sky was clear. Every star shone in the darkness of the night, the cold, nighttime air nipping at any exposed skin. Silence permeated the scene, so quiet you could hear a pin drop from the bottom floor, and if you were Metro-man from across the city.

"God, I'm such a sap, you wouldn't like to see me cry like this," I chuckled at myself for talking to his statue. If only he could see how pathetic I was now.

I sighed leaning my head to the side--I heard the faint squeaking of wheels on a cart--to see a man with light brown eyes walk my way with a cart. "It's almost closing time." He spoke in a monotone voice. He was very handsome but he wore a frown. His hair stuck up and waved into different tufts, his thin-framed glasses sat comfortably on his nose, a fitting blue turtleneck sweater clung perfectly comfortable on him, and a brown jacket tied the look together. 

"You look like you hate your life too," I absentmindedly stated. I felt distance from myself and my actions. 

I cupped my hand over my mouth, "I'm very sorry." He shrugged.

"Sometimes I don't think before I act," I started to fidget around uncomfortably. I give him a genuine smile hoping to get one in return. He looked me up and down and scoffed.

"You know, I'm not allowed to insult guests," He nodded once then pushed his cart along.

"Rude," I sneered. That comment was super unnecessary, Insult me for what? Wanting to off myself? Like that pretentious hipster didn't? He turned around still with a stoic expression and hummed. I begrudgingly made my way out of the museum, It was a good thing I left, I'm impulsive. My car was parked outside, I got in and drove off, completely forgetting about the rude guy.

The drive home seemed like it took forever. That was not saying much, everything went by slow for me now. An hour seemed like an eternity. I guess it's the territory of losing your best friend. I don't think how I felt could ever compare to how Roxanne felt. I think they were an item, at least I knew Metro-man had a thing for her.

When I got home I slammed myself into my memory foam mattress and let out a groaning. My apartment was a wreck, and it was in definite need of a thorough deep clean. I was upset so I think I was justified by living in this pigsty. I need to stop being lazy and just clean.  I need to stop wallowing in my self-pity, it's pathetic. 

A loud knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Making my way to the door, I contemplated if I should just pretend I'm not home. Deciding on that wonderful idea, I opened the door to see no one. 

Bernard, Stiller Apartment 56,

I'm apartment 59, I guess it's easily mixed up.

I made my way to the correct address, and I contemplated knocking on the door to let the person know that their mail was there. I lifted my hand to knock, then I hesitated but kept my hand up, I could just leave it here, but what if gets stolen and it's something important, 

Just before I could make my decision, the door swung open.

(A/N): Cliffhanger( not really) Anyway, I hope you guys like that change of pace. 

-Theo