i need some angst, hurt / no comfort with mr simon riley, where he unexpectedly breaks up with y/n before leaving for a dangerous mission, but y/n tries to get him to stay instead of just letting him go. like imagine:
you’re sitting in the couch, tv on in the background but you’re not really playing attention to it as you scroll on your phone.
simon is in the bathroom, said he was gonna take an early evening shower. but it’s been an hour and a half. you hear him walking towards the living room, but instead of walking towards you, simon walks towards the front door, you only look up when he speaks.
“i can’t do this anymore”
he’s looking at you through his skull balaclava. dressed and packed like he’s gonna go on a mission somewhere. he’s just hoping you don’t see his facade of calmness. the mask always did helped him hide his feelings.
“what do you mean ‘can’t do this anymore’,” you ask standing up, tears welling in your eyes as you take a couple steps towards him.
“where are you going with your gear on simon?”
ghost sighs and turns slightly, as if he’s just going to run away without explaining himself.
“what the fuck are you doing simon? you think i’m not gonna ask questions? what do you mean ‘you can’t do this anymore?!”
“i.. i’m ending our relationship, y/n..” he hates say those words to you. knowing how much it’ll break you. you were the only one who he’s let close enough, close enough to see him, to see simon riley instead of lieutenant ghost.
“you know how dangerous my job is. i’m gone for weeks at a time, never knowing if i’ll make it back in one piece. and this time., this time i’m certain i won’t be coming back, love..”
by know he’s looking down towards the door handle, hands at his side trembling subtly. the grip on the handles of his duffel bag seems as if he’d tear it in half.
while he tells you all this, the feeling of dread you had upon hearing the first words he uttered when he stood by the door turned into frustration. how dare he think he can just pack up and leave without saying anything? you thought that you became a place of comfort for him, somebody he can trust with his human side. he didn’t have to be ghost around you. and this is how he reacts?
you’re fuming. taking deep breaths in a failing attempt to calm down. your hands balled at your sides, shaking as you stomp your way towards him.
“so just cause you think you’re gonna die, you’re going to leave me? leave us? tear down everything we’ve built?” you spit the words out at him, tears finally breaking through.
ghost, surprised to hear your words laced with anger instead of sadness, could only look at you. not know what else to do as he tries to reach for the lock on the door to make his way out.
you slapped his hand away from it, a finger pointing at him,
“you’re not leaving this house without sitting down and talking to me simon riley, you are not doing this right now”, you say through clenched teeth as you hold back a sob. you know he could easily push you away but you don’t care. he can’t be doing this, not now.. so this is what a couple weeks of avoiding you leads to huh? you thought he was going through something, tried to give him some space since he would eventually come to you, like he always did. this time, you guess not.
he reaches for the handle again, you try to smack his hand away again, but this time he manages to hold you back enough to let him open the door to walk out into the rain that started to come down.
“simon fucking talk to me! please!” you lunge towards him as he starts making his was down the small front steps of your shared house, gripping unto his gear, his legs, anything to slow him down, but he’s stronger than you. doesn’t slow down as he walks towards his truck, even when you finally are able to get in front of him, trying to push him back into the house.
between the rain and his heart beat, your voice sounds distant in his mind. he’s already doing it. pushing everything way till he’s numb. he won’t allow himself to feel anything right now, or else he’ll listen to you and stay. he’ll stay, and sit in the couch with you. stay under the blankets as you thread your fingers through his hair while he pours his heart out to you. telling you his fears, both old and new.
he opens the driver’s side of the car, your cursing and crying muffled, yet he can still hear every word so clearly.
“simon, i’ll fix this! please just talk to me; you can’t just leave like this! i’ll wait for you, i always will. please just come inside, and we’ll talk! please, simon!”
he stands still, his head hanging in shame as he’s about to climb into his car. you quiet down, thinking he’ll finally listen to you and come back and talk.
you talk to him while you hold his arm, gently as if he’s and injured animal.
“let’s go back inside simon,” you say softly, “i’ll make you some tea and we can talk ok? just please.. please, let’s just talk about it..”
he see you out of the corner of his eye, you hair and clothes are completely soaked through. you’re eyes red, even though he can’t tell where the rain begins and your tears end.
a fitting setting he thought, was it even raining before he walked out? he wasn’t sure, but he was sure he would regret his next choice of actions.
before you could even react, he pushes you away from him, causing you to stumble a few paces from him. surprise vivid on your face. he gets in the car and starts it as you smack the window, yelling for him to get out the fucking car and speak to you. you, soaked through to your bones at this point, talk to him through the window as he backs out of the small driveway. he gives you one last look, his eyes filled with tears behind the skull. the last sign of simon before ghost drives away.
leaving you standing in the road, the rain pouring over you as you scream at him for leaving you, sobbing and breaking down all for your neighbors to see.
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ANYWAYS, i kept seeing this trope with simon, but y/n always just ends up low key accepting it and not doing anything (like huh?? i’d go psycho😭 tf is this coming from sir) but i’m no writer, and in my head, i was gonna make the reader low key insane, like making threats insane lol
but i decided to mellow it out, probably a bit more realistic this way tbh 😭😭
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“i’m sorry i could not be the man you want me to be. the man i wanted to be for you,” sasuke told her outside the village gates before his departure. “love has burned me too many times and it’s made me a broken man. i have nothing to offer you. it’s not possible for you and i…”
“i understand,” she said, stopping him. they stood there in silence for a long time, the sound of the trees bowing in the wind filling the lengthy pause.
strangely, her heart did not ache nearly as much as she thought it would. when had the both of them grown so?
“do you think,” she eventually said after a long, agonising moment of deafening silence, “there could have ever been a life in which you loved me too?”
he inhaled. “yes. in another life,” he whispered as his hand reached for her own, “my heart belongs to you. only you. but in this one…it lies with my kin.”
she stared at him with clear eyes. there was acceptance in her gaze. she understood. she did.
“…i see,” she whispered, resigned. after all these years, she was finally giving up. “i wish you all the best, sasuke-kun.”
“i wish things could have been different,” he said to the empty air once sakura had left. the sun was shining brightly at its highest point in the sky, yet sasuke somehow felt like his world was grey. “it would have been nice, to have loved you.”
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