If I were a zombie, I'd never eat your brains.

by xXduskskyXx

Summary:

Reader gets bit, and turns into a zombie. When they run into Simon he's surprised that you can still think.
Or, your a zombie, but Simon doesn't care.

(title inspired by " The Zombie Song" by Stephanie Mabey)

Notes:

I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm not sure if I'll update. I prob will if I don't get distracted. sorry if there is any grammatical errors I'm really dumb.

Chapter 1

Some way, somehow this happened. “This” being the zombie apocalypse, and you hiding in some alley way after being bit on the neck. The worst kind of hickey (if you could call it that). You sit and watch your humanity fade away. You lasted long enough, you did a good job, a few months of surviving in the heart of a city that's now a wasteland. You feel yourself become lighter, everything gets softer in touch and vision. Soon it's like you're looking through rose colored glasses. Your world, the one you lived in that was filled with guts and death and sadness, became.. Appealing. You're no longer disgusted by the dead bodies that litter the street no. It was like looking at a five star meal, and you're really really hungry. But, to your surprise. You're still in control of yourself. After sitting there for a while you get up, and start walking to find something to eat. As you do the zombies don't bat an eye. Why would they? You're one of them now.
Months go by of the routine of getting food, eating it, walking some more, sleeping. And maybe if you're lucky run into a working TV. It was starting to get really really boring. It seemed the other zombies lacked your ability to think, cause when you tried to talk to them they didn't show any signs of intelligence. Despite your best wishes your body in some places was starting to decompose, you could see your bone sticking out of your arm, and your ribs on your chest. Even a part of your face was jacked up, with your eyes becoming foggy and the left side of your mouth being ripped off. You started to try and sew yourself together which was working alright. You could still feel just less. Your vocal chords seemed to be totally screwed though. When you try to speak it comes out in gasps and growls.
Something about the city was changing also.. You saw less zombies. You thought they were just migrating somewhere else for more food until you were walking around and heard voices.. Not growls, not screams. Just plan old talking. When you went to investigate you found that the military had set up camp right in the middle of the city, where the old plaza was, where you used to live. Just then you felt someone looking at you. When you turned you saw a man leaning on a wall smoking. How did you not see him? He had a skull mask on that was half lifted to reveal his mouth. His eyes were unwavering. He took another drag of his cigarette.
“What? You want one?” he laughed to himself. For some reason you found yourself nodding. You should be running. What's up with you?
“Shit really?” he scoffed, "Didn't know they evolved to think. Thought that went with the infection.” it was clear that he was British, his accent was thick. He was tall too, taller than the average man. He held out a cigarette, with his other hand on his gun.
“Try anything and I will.” you nod again, grunting. You cautiously reach for the cigarette and take it, pausing as he pulls out his lighter for you.
“Smoking really brings people together doesn't it?” you try to let out a laugh but it sounds like a soft wheeze. You realize this is the first time in a long time anyone has talked to you. You take a drag of your cigarette, the smoke comes out not only your mouth but your chest. Guess you might have popped a lung somewhere. He watched you intensely. It was clear he was thinking about something.
“I should report you.” he says taking another drag, "I've never come in contact with a zombie that still has a brain.” hearing this you back away, you may already be dead but you don't want to actually die.
“I wouldn't run, if someone spots you not knowing what I know you'll be dead anyways.” he sounds way too casual while talking about this, hell while talking to you. He presses on his mic.
“Price, I think I found a new strain.”

Chapter 2

Notes:

I wrote this half asleep so I apologize if its shit, or the spelling and grammar is bad T_T.

Trust me y'all I have a plan, the ending will be cool. maybeee or I'm just dumb who knows.

(this chapter is kinda short but whatever)

It's been a month since you've met Simon, after that night you were rushed into a huge metal cage in a gray room by other soldiers and ever since slowly you've been getting closer to him. They feed you expired rations as even though you still feel human they don't see you like that, to them you are just a weird zombie. But Simon keeps coming around for some reason, maybe he feels bad. It is his fault you're in this position. The first week was spent getting tested on, being asked the same questions each day, getting blood tests mostly by the same person, that being this burly man with a beard in a fisherman's hat. Does he ever take it off? You later learned this man was named Price from Simon, which at that point you learned his name too. Sometimes you thought that he was only talking to you because he was testing if you remembered. Maybe he was. The second and third week were slow, blood tests came back normal, normal being if they didn't know any better you'd be just any other zombie. You were given a note book by Simon so you two could talk to each other better. You were starting to get introduced to his other team members as well, but you rarely ever saw them. By the fourth week you learned that you and Simon had similar music tastes. He even burned a cd for you and let you borrow his cd player for it. Yeah you were locked in a room for what seemed like forever but hey at least you finally got to talk to someone right?
You're being tied up and for a second you think that they're running yet another test on you until you're taken out of the cage. A Scotsman who you learned was named Johnny weeks prior, holds your arms around you back stiffly. Leading you out of the room. You see who you believe is named Kyle talking to Price, saying something on the lines of “Do you actually think this is going to work?” and getting replied with “I know what im doing” or around that. You started noticing that your vision and your hearing was getting worse day by day. Maybe that's why you didn't notice Simon was there back then.. It's definitely more tedious living in the body of a corpus than you thought it was gonna be.
As you kept being led around, you finally saw Simon. Trying to mouth the words “where am I going” he seems to understand and starts walking with you and Johnny.
“You're going to a better research facility. They think you might be able to help them in making a cure.” You look back at him skeptically.
“Yeah, not sure if it’ll work either. Worth a shot I guess."
“Why do you talk to them?” Johnny pipes up from behind you two. Simon shrugs
“Why not. You'd be shocked at how much we have in common.”
“Oh yeah you have so much in common with a zombie.” he says snickering as Simon shoves his shoulder rolling his eyes.
“Focus on your job.”
They seem close, this whole team does. You feel weird just being there, it's like walking onto a family reunion, or joining an already close friend group. You just watch as they talk, listening every now and then. But soon you start to zone out only snapping back to reality when you feel your feet touch the floor of a helicopter.

Chapter 3

Slightly rough housed you get sat down by Johnny, who sits to the left of you making sure you don't try anything funny. You didn't notice it then but now that you think about it, it was kinda strange seeing them all in uniform. Simon sits across from you, his eyes more wavering than Johnny's. He's looking outside for the most part as the helicopter starts to take air.
“How long you think this whole..” Johnny gestures around “thing is gonna take?”
“It's just a drop off from what I know.” Simon says leaning back into his seat a bit more. “Flight might be long though..” he pauses a bit after finishing his words thinking.
“Uh, how long exactly?”
“Eh, something of maybe 2 hours if we're lucky.”
“Jesus Christ." He groans “you think this one's gonna try to bite me?” He asks this in a half joking half completely serious tone as he points to you. You don't blame him for acting like this around you, it's not like you would be much different in his place.
“They didn't try to bite me.. or Price, so I think you're fine, mate.” He pulls a lighter and a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket, lighting one. This was gonna be a long flight.
Their conversations continue, Simon doesn’t try to forcibly include you into the conversation. Maybe out of respect. Light jokes get thrown back and forth and all seems to be going well with them, but with you. You were bored, hungry, and tired. Honestly you just wanted to get off this helicopter one way or another. You feel your eyes close and yourself start to pass out.
When you woke up you didn't know how long you had been out for, maybe an hour? but something was definitely off. You hear muffed sounds of what seems to be an argument? Maybe a fight? You go to wipe the sleep from your eyes with your shoulder and when you look back up you see Simon grabbing your arm. The floor was shaking. A lot.
“Hold on.” Simon says roughly, like an order and before you knew it you and Simon were jumping out of the helicopter. Johnny following close behind. And landing on the top of what seemed to be an apartment building. Simon lets go of your arm, your hands still tied around your back, you sit on the ground in shock. He grabs his gun and starts shooting the few zombies that are up there, and once done regrouping with Johnny.
“What the hell!” Johnny says panting as he puts his hands on his knees. “Fuckin zombies man.. wait who bit him?”
“Yeah thats why im gonna try and signal camp.” He turns on his mic flipping through stations “Ghost and Soap 141 do you copy? Gaz and Bravo Six this is Ghost and Soap do you copy?” He keeps doing this as he's met with only static. “Fuck!” He places a hand on his head.
“Well.” Johnny places a hand on his shoulder. “Lets make the best of this ey? At least we’re on an apartment building.. meaning. Better food than just plain rations?” A sly smile plastered on his face. He was trying to make do with what he had, you'll give him that. But they weren't planning on getting stranded like this. They don't have that much ammo.

Notes:

Wrote this bc I couldn't sleep, thank you all for the kudos and nice comments <3
sorry for writing such short chapters and sorry if its been taking a little bit for me to write stuff I'm kinda in a rough patch mentally rn but I'll be alright :/

Chapter 4

Notes:

OMG IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPDATE FOR SO LONG T_T

anyways tysmmm for the kudos and the comments I hope y'all are enjoying the story

again so sorry for my bad updating school started again and I am CRASHING OUT.

but I hope y'all like the update, I didn't proof read so warning if I messed up some spelling, I kinda just wanted to get this out for y'all cause I felt bad for the wait.

more updates soon and I think this story will be in total maybe like 10-16ish max chapters just bc I have some stuff In mind heheh.

also low-key not in my cod era anymore but I cant leave this story hanging T_T

You try to stand up again but that's easier said than done with your hands tied around your back. Simon and Johnny are sitting down, catching their breath and talking over a plan. A few minutes go by and you finally successfully stand up, the rope that tied your hands just loosely falls off. You're confused, and it seems like the others are as well.

“Oy! What the fuck are you doing?!” Johnny shouts from across the rooftop. You can only see the blurred outline of him and Simon. You try to put your hands in front of you in a ‘im not going to hurt you don' t worry’ kinda way, backing up as you did so. Simon then gets up roughly.

“It's fine Johnny.” he gruffs and starts walking over to you and grabbing your arm. You didn't notice it then but you did as soon as Simon said “You're gonna fall off the rooftop if you keep backing away, mate.” Just then did you turn around and see you were wobbling too close for comfort from the edge. He leads you near where he and Johnny were sitting, it looked farther than you thought it was. He sat you down and took your hand. “Jesus Christ when did this happen?” you look down at your hand and it seemed to have snapped at the wrist. making it fold over the backside of your arm. Maybe that's why the rope came off so easily.. Just then Johnny looks over.

“Oh. My. God. I think I'm gonna be sick.. How did you not notice that? Can you even feel?” you shrug to his words, looking at him. His eyes wince at your arm. It wasn't the worst thing that has happened to you but it definitely was new. You could understand where Johnny was coming from, the bone was pretty much half outside of your body. You don't feel it but Simon was slowly pushing your wrist back into place. You hear a crack and you can see Simon making a fast movement popping your bone back into place, ripping some skin as he did.

“There. Fixed. I wouldn't try to use it that much though. Try to let it..” he stopped his words, and you could only assume he was going to say ‘heal’. He seemed proud of his work though. Maybe it was his first time popping a wrist back in place, you doubt it though. He clears his throat as he stands up again, whipping his clothes down and pulling out his gun. “Let's get going.”

“Alright, about time.” Johnny said, following after Simon. You got up, I'll be it slower than the others. But they waited for you to walk in front of them. Simon having his hand out to guide you to the opening side of the door.

“I want you to go first, they shouldn't bite you should they?” you nodded. “ good. I want you to count how many there are in there and try to find a way to make the area a completely closed space.. You got that?” You nod again, as he goes to grab an old crowbar he found on the roof and breaks the locks on the door. Opening it just enough so that you could walk in.

Once in there you start going down stairs, while doing that you see two. Then you open a door and it leads you into the apartment complex's hallway. There's only one zombie. You look around for something to block the rest of the stairs opening different doors to different rooms to try and find something useful. Eventually you do, you grab a table about the same width in between the stairs railing, and shove it between the stairs blocking off, temporarily, whatever other zombies that would be there. Satisfied with your work you go back up to Simon and Johnny.

They asked you if you blocked the area, how many zombies there were, and you told them. They walked down and you led them to the apartment room that you found. Everything felt like a haze. It's weird thinking of death, while you are dead. It isn't really death is it? You're just rotting in this body, and though you aged in life you don't anymore. You just rot. There's no end to your existence, like there is for Simon and Johnny. No. There is no afterlife. Not that you know of. You are stuck in your body, losing your sense of touch, smell, sight, and now realizing it you can't move that broken wrist anymore. What will happen to you when you can't see, when you can't hear, when you can't move, but you can still think? What if Simon is dead by then? What if everyone was, and the only release would be a hope that something will crush your skull, but will that end your concise? Would you have to wait for the sun to explode? You were just thinking of this for the first time. You barely noticed that you were sitting on the apartment’s couch while Johnny looked for food, and drinks. You didn't even notice that Simon was sitting right next to you.

Chapter 5

“You alright there?” he says his voice is soft, you don't think you've heard his voice sound so timid, so..caring. You shrug your shoulders before he places a hand on yours. He's warm, you can feel that well, I guess that's normal for living bodies. But you haven't had skin on skin contact sense.. Sense you've been bit now that you think of it.

“What's on your mind, love?” That last bit shocked you, and even through his facade you could see that Simon was equally shocked by what just came out of his mouth. He looked around for a moment, seeing that Johnny wasn't around, and sighing with relief. To save himself from embarrassment or from thinking of what he just did he resorts to taking his box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one. “You want one?” he says through taking in a breath of smoke. You accept and with it feel a sense of deja vu from when you two first met. You assume he did as well from his slightly drawn out breathy question of “Do you remember when we first met?”
You're able to grunt out something like a ‘mhm’, while looking at him. His eyes are so dark, and for a moment you swear you can see just the tiniest strand of hair peeking out of his mask through his eye hole. You couldn't tell if it was a light brown, or a dark blonde. But whatever it was it complemented his eyes beautifully. Made you jealous of your horrific, uncanny looking self. But thinking back on it.. Simon never seemed to mind all that much.

He nods at your response, and if you knew any better, the way he looks at you, the way his grip is so soft on your hand, the slip up from earlier.. You'd think that he was in love with you. But he couldn't possibly be right? No, he was just.. Helping out a friend who seemed to be struggling in their thoughts. He's just being a good person by talking to the zombie. Like how the popular kids would pity the ‘weird’ ones. There's no way. No way. You can't even see him and you know he's beautiful. You can tell just by his eyes and his hands. Your lungs are exposed, your hairline is residing if it's even to be called a hair line at all at this point it's like just patches of hair, your eyes are foggy, you're a rotting corpse! You're nearly a picture of everyone's fear of what time will do to them when it gets them in its grasp. Choking life out from every pore, draining youth, and romance with it. How can he, the ideal picture of romance, seen on each Greek sculpture ever be in love with a worse case scenario, the reverse of every beauty standard known to man? It just wouldnt make sense..

“I found this a bit back around here, it was stupid of me to forget your notebook.” He hands you a small notebook, it looks brand new and a blue ball point pen. You write “it's fine I should have thought to ask you, everything was in a rush”. He nodded “Yeah, you have a point. But I still think that i should have remembered.” he paused for a moment looking around, while unconsciously rubbing the top of your hand. “This place is really.. Cozy. dont you think?.. I wouldn't mind living here if this whole thing ends.. What would you do.. If we ended up finding a cure?” you shrug and write something along the lines of "I don't know.. I honestly can't think back to a time when I wasn't a zombie without thinking it was all a dream. But I think living here would be nice.” Simon hums when he's done reading your response. There's this silence that's only broken by cigarette smoke. Until you put yours out on the bottom of your shoe and place it on the side table.

“Do you love me?” it was impulsive and dumb but you had to ask, you couldn't stop thinking about what he said. He looks at your writing for a long time. Longer than it would take anyone to read anything that short. He sighs, putting out his cigarette.

“I do. Truly love you.”

Notes:

heyyy Soo this took longer then I would have wished to update but hey not months like last time..heh..heh... my bad. anyways hope you liked the chapter this one was all gushy and lovey dovey stuff, prob cringe but whatever.
I finally wrote down the plot and it might be a bit longer than I intended but at least I got a game plan so stay tuned.
Ima be jumped by like 50 essays for school for the next month so if I don't update blame my teacher T_T

Chapter 6

Notes:

I'm going to warn you, I didn't re read this bc i was tired T_T

maybe someday I'll read over the shit I write before I post it more often..

also sorry for not updating (my life has been like insane ups and downs recently with me falling out with a friend and I've been so stressed from theater that i fainted yesterday and had a hemiplegic migraine today. but I'm officially on break now so I should be better :p) Im planning on updating more often but honestly don't trust me lol

to make up for my lack of updating enjoy a mildly longer chapter compared to my normal work :0

You wake up to him next to you. You're both laying on the old apartment bed, you can feel how soft the sheets are. The person who used to live here must have had rich tastes. Simons fast asleep and for a second you're not sure if he will ever wake up. You hoped he would but at the same time you wished that he loved someone else, one of the many living people in the camp. This story can only end with one of you two dying. You knew that. Either you would deteriorate, or he would get bit.. You felt like you laid down for too long, your tired carcass of a body still wanting to move. So as quietly as you could you got out of bed and stumbled your way into the living room. It pained you to leave him but his unconscious body scared you, even with how peaceful he looked.

Johnny was passing in the kitchen. Not stressed as you thought he would be, but seemingly enthusiastic.

“Fuck yes!” just then you saw the radio on the kitchen table, while at the same time he noticed you were there. “Guess what?” he waited for you to respond, then noticing his indecency coughed and said “I got word that camps okay and I found out where the fuck we are! Took a minute but I was able to snag myself a radio, as you can see. And, with the help of my trusty map I noticed we actually aren't far from the lab at all!” it was nice seeing him talk to you like this, literally a day ago he acted as if you were a threat.. Maybe Simon said something to him when you were getting the apartment..

“It's about a two hour walk, nothing too much.. Is Simon up?” You're about to shake your head when you hear the sound of footsteps coming into the living room.

“I am now because of how loud you are.” Simon grumbles, “We should get going as soon as possible then ey?.. If we leave now we should still have about an hour before sunset.”
Simon goes and grabs his stuff, he's already dressed in his uniform, as is Johnny so it doesn't take long for them to get ready. Before you go you are able to snag a messenger bag laying around in the apartment, as well as a few notebooks and pens. You hope whoever lived here isn't dead, or doesn't have that much of an attachment to the stuff you're taking. Soon you all end up starting your two hour walk to the facility.

For most of the walk you just watched Simon and Johnny talk, but this time it was different. Johnny didn't try to pretend you weren't there, Simon's hand was in your for almost the entire walk. There went many zombies, and for a second you forgot you were one. The only thing that mattered was that the weather was great, the scenery amazing, and you were deeply in love. You were alive again, just for two hours. For a walk that you dreaded in the beginning it was more than anything you could have ever imagined.

Everything came to an end though, and sooner than you had hoped you all arrived at a stone wall with barbed wire, a silver gate, and a sign with the word “laboratory” which was the only word you could make out. Simon's grip tightened when he heard someone say “are you the 141 guys?” from just beyond the gate.

Johnny looked over at Simon and seeing as he wasn't going to talk he spoke up “ Yup, im segment John MacTavish, this is my lieutenant Simon Riley, and the zombie with a brain you heard about.”

“Oh thank god. For a second I didn't think you made it." Just then the gate opened, but only enough for you all to get through. “My name is Philip Cooper, I'm one of the head scientists behind the zombie disease cure project, or ZDC if you wanna shortened version.” he had a thick southern accent that sounded to come from Tennessee, or Oklahoma. He was about 5’7, with pale skin like he hadn't seen the sun in years, the most blinding blue eyes, and disheveled blonde hair. He was wearing about what you would expect a scientist to wear, that being a big white coat and a name tag. He looked to be about 37 but maybe he was younger and just looked old because of stress. “So is that one, dangerous?” he said pointing at you.

“No, they aren't." Simon spoke up, his tone harsh and slow as if a threat to the poor overworked scientist.

“Just checkin, I mean no harm. Anyways yall come with me and I'll show yall a tour of the place and where yall be stayin for the next few weeks.”

You guys walked around the building for what seemed like forever. Johnny tried to make it interesting by making small talk with Philip, but something about the way he looked at you. Even how he looked at Simon. It made you uneasy. As you walked around you could almost feel the other people stare at you, their eyes almost stabbing into you. You could hear these words in your head “oh poor guy, he shouldn't be with that thing.” “if only they didn't get bit. They would be such a cute couple together.” You saw how the women swooned over him, how they envied you but at the same time were baffled that out of everyone he could have fallen for, it was with a freak. You tried to keep a straight face, smile a bit for Simon. But you knew he knew what they were all thinking. How he fell for a ticking time bomb, and a hideous wreck of a maybe once beautiful self. Thankfully Philip finally showed you your rooms and for a second you thought you could be at peace, alone with Simon.

“Okay so yall can sleep in any one of these rooms. They're all about the same.” In front of you guys there were two rooms. You, at this point, knew that Johnny would get you and Simon to sleep alone together like he did at the apartment, definitely already aware of your growing relationship.

“Alright, thank you.” Johnny said. you and Simon were about to walk into your room when Philip stopped you.

“Oh, sorry I forgot. For safety reasons you can't sleep near them.” he said, grabbing your arm with enough force to make you wince. Pulling you away from Simon.

Chapter 7

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Simon says his eyes ablaze. That is to say, he was PISSED. He ignored the looks, the comments, the whispers that he knew you couldn't hear but this?.. This to him was it, the last straw because yes its understandable to be scared of a zombie but he could see how well you were behaving, he wasn't dumb was he? Why would he even care if some random soldier became zombie food? It felt targeted, maybe his head was just racing, maybe he was just pissed, it didn't matter to him at the moment though.

“Nothing against-” he pauses looking from Simon to you, and back to him in a pace that felt a bit too slow for normal. “Yall.. But it's just a policy. We don't let anyone get this close to a um uh. Ya know a zombie; its nothing personal. I actually was supposed to split you guys up when you got here. Justa make sure they still were sentient.”

“Well. As you can see they are quite sentient.” Simon said rather harshly. You stood there half in shock, half not, you knew that someone had to say something, something had to happen. Things were just too peaceful. Your mind became numb to all the sound, and arguing around you. Johnny chiming in every now and then trying to prove you're capable of not killing your friends. It wasn't like you could do anything to defend yourself really, there was nothing you could say, even if you could still speak. Deep down inside, against Simon's wishes, you were a zombie. There was no changing that. They brought you here in search of a cure, but they didn't want to cure you. You were just an ingredient, a step towards development, a lab rat. Even if you survived whatever experiments they were about to do to you. Who says that they will actually find a cure, or even use it on you? Your life was in a cage, even while living you felt trapped and helpless, then when you got bit and Simon found you you were just put into a different cage.. And now what? You were let out, made a friend, fell in love, went on an amazing walk to another cage. You weren't going to argue anymore, this was fate. You cheated death- though against your wishes- and now you had to put up with your continued existence.

Your hand slowly came loose from Simons, at first he thought that it was a mistake and held on tighter. But when he saw the look in your eyes, that look of pleading. He let go. You gave him your bag and you could see from how his eyes moved, his eyebrows furrowed, and he became less tense. A moment of silence is broken by a sigh.

“Fine. They can go with you.”

Philip with a look of triumph on his face, satisfied with Simon and Johnny's defeat, started taking you to another part of the lab. It was a rather far walk, you didn't think that this place was that big. You felt how your heart ached, yearning for Simon, a want in your soul pulling from your chest. But this was for the best. You didn't want him to love you as much as he did, he was just in store for a tragedy. Someday, and maybe rather soon you will die -if you can- and you will leave Simon a widow.. The thought left yourself feeling empty and yet filled with melancholy. Philip after a long walk, where he acted as if acknowledging your existence, or even in looking at you was a sin of its own, finally led you to where you were to sleep the night. Once the door was open he nearly pushed you through and locked the door shut behind you. The room was small, but you were used to it. It had no bed, pillow, or blanket, just an empty dark room, with white walls and floors. You noticed that Philips push, or rather his grip on your arm left a deep wound, for a second you went to grab the strap of your bag to get your sewing equipment when you remembered how you left it with Simon. You gave up on trying to fix your wound almost as fast as you recognized it was there. You just lay on the cold floor, thinking of your tragically short, loveless life and now your disgusting existence and your poor boyfriend who's sleeping alone tonight. You thought back to the night you slept next to each other, he was always so gentle. As if you were glass, as if you would break easily. But as you kept breaking limbs and tearing skin you started to think his gentleness was on purpose. You remembered how you woke up for a second in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, how you found him curled up next to you, gripping your shirt like a child holding onto their mothers dress, as if scared you’ll run away, as if he was scared to be alone. You knew something happened to him, something had to, he was in the military, and he wasn't young anymore. Neither were you. But you recognized that fear in his eyes. His eyes dilated, and you can almost hear how fast his heart started to beat when something upset him. A primal fear, ingrained into your head like an instinct. You had it too. That's what drew you to him. That's what drew him to you. An unspoken bond of familiar traumas, and fear. You fell asleep thinking of him. He was a reminder that you weren't unlovable, you weren't going to be subjected to hate forever. No matter how many people looked, or judged. Hate is some people's default, but love is a reminder of the soul. Telling you to keep going, to keep loving, and your love was reciprocated by another broken heart. Just another fish in the sea.

Notes:

Hope y'all liked this chapter tysm for the comments and kudos it really means so much to me.

sorry that not much happened in this chapter I'm burnt out if you couldnt tell aughhhh