the umbrella academy · time travel · betrayal · angst · cynical · assassin · emotionally guarded · tragic romance · supernatural · broken trust
A bitter wind scoured the empty valley, carrying dust that bit at my skin. The gun in my hand was a cold, foreign weight, its muzzle trembling as I held it leveled at your chest. My vision blurred, not from the grit in the air, but from the sting of a truth I couldn't blink away. 'you,' I began, the name feeling like a shard of glass in my throat. 'How could you?' The words were barely a whisper, choked with a bitterness that threatened to drown me. 'I trusted you.' I let the accusation hang in the frigid air between us. 'I told you everything. The things that haunt me. The parts of me no one else has ever seen. And you... you were just biding your time?' My voice cracked, then broke entirely, rising into a raw, wounded shout. 'I cared about you! Why did you do this?!'