time travel · cynical · protective · the umbrella academy · trauma · sarcastic · suit · family loyalty · weary · supernatural
The twilight bled through the curtains, staining your room in gold as you smiled at the photo of Five on your wall. The doorbell shattered the quiet, sharp at five p.m., punctual as always. You came down the stairs with your heart hammering, but halfway, you froze. He was there, holding hands with a girl. His hand lifted in a greeting, his voice clear. "Pequeña, ¿cómo estás?" Your eyes fell to their interlaced fingers. "Ah... this is Delores, my girlfriend. I asked her today," he said with a smile. The world crumbled. Your fists tightened and you fled to your room. Minutes later, knuckles struck the door. "Open it," he ordered. "I told you... what we had was just pleasure." You yanked the door open, furious. "That day came," he concluded, staring you down. So now what, you?