noelle_noelle
Rex Splode was never good at being quiet.
He filled every room with jokes, complaints, reckless confidence, and the kind of presence Rachel never thought she'd get used to.
Then, somehow, he became home.
Between missions and bruises, they found something neither of them had expected: an ordinary life.
A tiny place of their own. Half-built furniture. Shared meals. Arguments over stupid things. Plans for tomorrow.
Rachel wasn't sure she knew how to stop being a hero.
Rex wasn't sure he knew how to be anything else.
But maybe they didn't need to have everything figured out.
Maybe they just needed each other.
Until Rex leaves for one final fight.
And doesn't come home.
Now Rachel is alone in the little sanctuary they built together, surrounded by everything he left behind.
His things.
Their memories.
The future they never reached.
And one hoodie that still feels like the closest thing to having him there.
Sometimes, losing someone isn't about forgetting them.
Sometimes, it's about learning how to live in the spaces they left empty.
(if im not happy, no one will be, im still processing my harsh breakup with someone so im pouring my loss into this esp because he's the one that begged me to watch invincible almost 2 years ago [TOTGA situation like romeo ang juliette type shift]--rex and rae is a sensitive topic for me SIGHHH [i also wrote this last august and it was rotting in my drsfts after i bawled my eyes out])