TW: domestic abuse please read at your own discretion
The apartment was quiet as the two of you stared at each other, both breathing heavier despite not feeling like the air was making it to your lungs.Ā
The look in his eyes was different now; eyes that once looked at you with such adoration and devotion now void of anything at all. You noticed. Of course you noticed, how could you not when the man you were supposed to marry a month from now was looking at you so coldly, sleeping with his back to you assuming he came back at all despite having claimed that he could never sleep without you merely a month ago.Ā
You had tried not to take it personally, maybe work was piling up, maybe he was tired. But a voice in the back of your head, one that had once been so small and quiet but slowly growing louder by the day told you that something was wrong.
Tonight had been the breaking point though. You had spent your entire day off, working in the kitchen, wanting to make something nice with a little hope that there was something left to salvage of your relationship. That was your mistake.
You tried not to push, a simple āhow are you?ā over a dinner he had hardly touched before trying to express that you missed him, that if something was wrong youād be there for him.Ā
āCan we not do this right now?ā he had asked, clearly irritated and maybe that shouldāve been your sign to drop the subject - at least for the night but after nearly a month and a half of this, of being treated like shit by the man that had claimed to love you, you were fed up.
āWhen then Keigo? Youāre hardly home anymoreā you pointed out, a bit of your own temper making an appearance as he narrowed his eyes at you.
āMaybe Iād be home more if I wasnāt stuck working to support youā he said as if you were being ridiculous. You had offered to go back to work, had wanted too even but he had insisted that he wanted you home. That the last time a villain had almost gotten the better of you was going to be the last despite your love of the job. Even now, the scars still bugged you if you looked at them a minute too long.Ā
āYouāre the one who wanted me to quitā you said honestly and from there it all went downhill as he went off.
You had never seen him this angry and certainly never at you. His wings puffed up as his temper flared hotter than any flame youād ever experienced. Hot enough to burn.
But once he raised his voice, your mind went blank. Almost as if it was protecting you from the pure venom and sting of his words as he criticized all the things he once claimed to love about you.Ā
You just let him rant, ignoring the tears that welled up in your eyes as even your mind couldnāt protect you from the worst of his words. He didnāt notice, not when the tears began to fall, not when you flinched as one of his feathers had shot out, grazing your cheek before lodging itself in the wall behind you as the wound began to slowly bleed.
He was so deep in his hatred that he failed to notice the way you made a break for the door, thrusting yourself out into the hall nor did he seem to care as you rode the elevator down to the bottom floor, practically dashing out into the cold night air.Ā
It was hard, standing in the bathroom of your friend's house as you patched up your face not knowing when or if you were going to go home. Not knowing if he even wanted you home.
But what he wanted didnāt really matter anymore did it? You knew this was the end as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. He had already hurt you enough, you werenāt going to give him a chance to do it again.
