Sylus pov:
I sat at the edge of his bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. I hadn't touched it tonight, but the temptation lingered like a ghost. My chest felt heavy, an unease i couldn't shake no matter how many cigarettes i smoked or how many late-night drives i took.
"You're fine," i muttered to himself, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I had been telling himself that for weeks now, ever since I walked away from her. From Y/N.
But was i?
I leaned back and let my head hit the wall with a dull thud. The ache in my chest wasn't physical.....it was something else. Something harder to name. Guilt? Regret? Loneliness? Maybe all three. I exhaled sharply, frustrated at my own reflection in the mirror across the room.
"Does she miss me?" The question slipped out before i could stop it, the words hanging in the empty air. Did she? Did she sit by the window like she always used to, curled up with one of her books, thinking of him? Or had she already moved on, laughing with someone else, someone better?
My jaw clenched, a mix of bitterness and longing twisting in his gut. I hated the idea of her being happier without me. But wasn't that what i wanted when I left? For her to be free of my mess?
The uneasiness in my chest grew heavier, more insistent. It wasn't just the thought of her moving on-it was the silence. She hadn't called. Hadn't texted. Not once.
"You wanted this," i reminded myself, my voice was cold.
I looked out the window, the city stretching far and wide beneath me. Somewhere out there, she was living her life. Maybe she wasn't thinking of me at all.
But God, i hoped she was.
"Let it be"...
My fingers brushed against the lighter in his pocket, the one Y/N had given him years ago. He didn't even smoke, but he carried it anyway, like a piece of her was still with him. His mind wandered to her again, unbidden. Did she know the kind of man he'd become?
Sylus shook his head and stood, shoving the lighter back into his pocket. Sentimentality had no place in his world. If he let his focus slip, Onychinus ( A mysterious faction stationed in the N109 Zone. Unlike other shady groups, Onychinus is omnipresent. they have connections everywhere, forming a vast web of sin to control every illegal activity.) would fall apart, and he couldn't allow that. Not now. Not ever.
A/n pov:Y/N lay on the cot in the med-bay, staring up at the ceiling lights. Her chest felt tight, and each breath was harder than the last. Her side ached where the Wanderer's blade had cut her, but she tried not to think about it.
She had always been strong, always quick, but today was different. During the fight, her legs felt heavy, and her vision blurred. She couldn't keep up. She wasn't sure if it was the Wanderer's strength or her own body that had betrayed her.
Xavier stood nearby, arms crossed, his face serious. "What happened out there, Y/N?"
She turned her head to look at him, trying to sit up, but her chest throbbed, and she fell back down. "I'm fine," she said, though she didn't sound fine at all.
"No, you're not," Xavier shot back. "You were slow...too slow. That's not like you."
Y/N didn't want to meet his eyes. She didn't have an answer. She had been feeling tired for weeks now, her legs aching after every mission. Her ankles swelled, and no matter how much she rested, she never felt better.
"It's nothing," she said quietly. "I'm just tired, that's all."
Xavier sighed loudly, shaking his head. "You've been saying that for weeks, Y/N. It's not just tiredness. You need to see someone about this."
Before she could argue, a sharp pain shot through her chest. She is now coughing hard. It felt like she couldn't get enough air, and when she finally stopped, her whole body felt weak.
Xavier stepped closer, his voice firm. "That's it. You're seeing the med officer. No more excuses."
Y/N shook her head, trying to tell him she didn't need help, but she couldn't find the strength. Deep down, she knew he was right. Something was wrong. She just didn't want to admit it.
Y/N sat on the edge of the med-bay cot, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The silence between her and Xavier was heavy, broken only by the occasional beep of a nearby monitor.
Xavier stood across from her, his arms crossed, staring at her with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "You and Sylus?" he said finally, his voice was low. "You guys were inseparable. How the hell did it end like this?"
Y/N winced, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She had expected the question, but hearing it aloud made it harder to face. "It just... fell apart," she said quietly.
Xavier frowned, shaking his head. "Fell apart? Come on, Y/N. You two were together forever. I remember how he used to look at you back in the day, like you were the only thing that mattered. What happened?"
Y/N's chest tightened, her breath catching. She looked down at her hands, her voice trembling as she replied. "It wasn't what it looked like, Xavier."
Xavier blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean?"
She exhaled shakily, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I lied," she admitted. "We weren't as close as you thought. Sure, we had history in high school, everything after...but he was never really there for me."
Xavier stared at her, the shock plain on his face. "What are you talking about? Sylus was always around. He practically lived for you."
Y/N shook her head, her voice breaking. "No, he lived for his work. For Onychinus. I was just... there. Something he thought he had to deal with, not someone he actually cared about."
The room went quiet. Xavier's face shifted from surprise to something softer, more cautious. "But all those times you two went off together, all the stuff you told me about him"
"I told you what I wanted to believe," Y/N cut in, her voice sharp with frustration. "I wanted it to be true. I wanted to be important to him. But he always put the group first, always shutting me out. And when he left..." She trailed off, her chest heaving as she tried to hold back the tears.
Xavier uncrossed his arms, stepping closer. "I didn't know," he said, his voice quieter now. "I thought you two had it all figured out."
Y/N let out a bitter laugh. "So did I. But he was cold, Xavier. Distant. Most of the time, I felt like I was talking to a wall. I stayed because I thought I could fix it, but... I couldn't."
Xavier sat down in the chair across from her, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied her face. "You should've told me," he said softly. "You've been holding all this in, haven't you?"
Y/N nodded, wiping at her eyes. "Yeah. I guess I thought if I didn't talk about it, it wouldn't hurt as much. But come on it's life nobody is going to stay forever"
Xavier chuckled softly, his voice warm with understanding.
"You're right. Life keeps moving, people come and go. But that doesn't mean it's easy to face."
You offered a small, bittersweet smile, your gaze drifting to the faint mark where a ring once rested.
"Sometimes... accepting is the only way."
Xavier's expression softened, his tone gentle."It takes strength to accept, you know. More than most people realize."
His eyes drifted to the faint mark on your finger where a ring once rested. After a moment of silence, his expression softened.
Xavier: "What happened? If you don't mind me asking... why did it end?"
"He wanted to be on top and I can't leave the bottom"
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