May 9, 2025
you're always the consolation prize.
it hurts, an ache between your ribs that never truly goes away; a new crack that heals uncomfortably in your bones, in your soul. you're of no use as the priority, so you've resigned yourself to being second (or third, or fourth) best every time they call for you.
you see them smiling at each other, a quirk to their lips that call to a certain kind of fondness; there's a sparkle in their eyes that always dulls when their attention turns to you. resigned themselves, almost.
you don't know why you stay.
they've never given you a reason to.
#look i'm sad#poly141 x reader#poly141 x you#poly141 angst#cod x reader#cod x you#i'll write something proper soon but just needed to get this out of my brain#maybe this can turn into like shadow company or graves or nik x you#give reader a loving relationship i tell myself#no i answer#the ache needs to linger just a bit longer
