can i request where MC’s best friend commits suicide and Victor is there when she finds out? i’m not sure if you go outside your prompt list, but i’ve had this happen and it would be wonderful to know how Victor would react. also, i really love your writing!
Victor (MLQC) - Prompt - An MC who went through the loss of a friend
I want to preface this by saying I won’t be going into detail about the actual act, as to not trigger people as well as I want to be respectful to those who have lost someone in this way and those who have had thoughts about suicide. This fic is rather short because this was a difficult subject to write about and I didn’t want to make it too romancy, I wanted to focus on how he would comfort and try to help. And I really wanted to say that I’m so sorry that happened to you, hopefully I can make you smile as you read this.
National Suicide Prevention Hotline : 1-800-273-8255
Their website: National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
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You got the call in the morning, your friend had committed suicide and you were devastated. You were already at the office when you broke down in tears. Anna and Minor tried their best to comfort you and they advised you not to go to LFG but you had made a commitment, you told yourself you were going to be strong and give your presentation anyways. You were late getting there because you weren't focused on where you were going.
When you entered Victor’s office, he said in a cold voice,
“You're late, explain.”
When you heard this, something in you broke and you fell to your knees sobbing into the sleeves of your shirt. Victor's eyes shot toward you, he immediately made his way over to you not knowing what was wrong and extremely worried. He put his arm around your shoulder, trying to comfort you, or to at least get you sitting down on a chair rather than the floor. You took hold of his arm, squeezing tight and biting your lip, trying to ebb the flow of tears that fell onto your skirt. You looked at him, his brows furrowed as he tried to come up with something, anything, to say that could make you feel better. He felt unsure that he was in a position to ask what was wrong, but maybe this time, it was okay to break the boundary of professionalism to make sure you were alright. You grasped his arm, pulling yourself to his chest as you sobbed wildly, you gripped the sides of his suit jacket so tightly that your knuckles turned a contrast white to the black of the fabric. “How could this happen? Why did this happen?” you cried out with muffled words.
“Hey, hey, look at me, okay? It's okay.”
Without a response from you, Victor swiftly took his jacket off and put it on your shoulders. He wasn’t very good at comforting people, nor did he have an extensive knowledge on sharing his own thoughts and feelings, but he was doing whatever he could.
“Do you need anything? I could get you something warm to drink, do you want that?”
You nodded with your forehead still pressed against him. He slowly moved you off of him, looking you in the eye with worry. He rubbed your shoulder gently as he said,
“I'll be right back, okay?”
As he got up, your hand made its way to his sleeve, not wanting to be alone you asked,
“Can I- can I go w-with you?”
He leaned down and put his arms around you, helping you get up,
“Are you okay to?”
You nodded again and wiped the tears from your face. Victor was going to get the free coffee offered in the cafeteria, but with you now coming along, he decided it would be better to go somewhere more private. He asked if you were okay with leaving LFG and then the both of you went to his house. He wanted to go to your apartment at first, but you said you would rather go to his place, there weren’t reminders of your friend there.
When you got there, Victor walked you to his living room, sitting you on the couch. He grabbed a blanket from his guest bedroom and put it around your shoulders, making sure you weren’t too cold and that you were comfortable. He kneeled down and looked you in the eye,
“Listen, I know it doesn’t feel like it, but it’s going to be alright.”
That was the most comforting phrase he knew. He wasn’t getting any response from you, so he said he was going to make the coffee and went to the kitchen.
While you sat there, it felt crushing, it felt unreal. You didn't want to move, you weren't sure if you wanted to be surrounded or alone. You sat there, staring at the TV while Victor made coffee. The TV had been turned on, but you didn’t care about what was happening on the screen, you were just blankly staring at it, as if it would give you an answer to why this all happened. Victor came back, handing you your coffee and for the rest of the night, you two sat on the couch. After a while, you felt comfortable enough to tell him what had happened and when you did, this cold as ice business man went in for a bear hug, he held you tightly, saying,
“I’m sorry.”
You had cried into Victor's sleeve and fell asleep in that position, not wanting to disturb you or wake you up, Victor simply stayed in that position and eventually fell asleep as well.
When you woke up in the morning, it made you feel better just to see Victor’s face so close to yours. You had no idea how much he had cared about you. You eventually fell asleep again, not wanting to go to work that day. You ended up staying on his couch for a long time, about two or three days of just staying there, only getting up to use the bathroom and Victor had taken the days off of work to make sure you were alright. He didn't want you to be alone, he wanted to do everything he could to keep you from your thoughts.
After a week had passed, you went to work every day again and Victor routinely checked in with you. It was like learning how to be human again. The week turned into a month which had turned into multiple months, you had slowly but surely gotten better. You would still have times where you couldn’t work or you wouldn't eat because you would think about your friend, but you ended up staying at Victor's place when you needed to talk about it. He did his best to take care of you while you were like this. During work, he could stay with you at break time and he would eat lunch with you. And one day, you thought about how much time it must’ve taken from Victor’s schedule to help you and you said,
“You don't have to do this, I know you're a busy man and all, so thank you.”
He looked at you, his eyes were gentle but his voice was firm as he said,
“That's incorrect, I do need to do this, and you're welcome.”
Hearing this, it put a smile on your face. With Victor’s help, you were able to feel normal again, and each time he showed how much he truly cared about you, it would make you smile and give you butterflies in your stomach. With him by your side, you really did feel like things could be okay again.