Tite: Living
Couple: Royai
Genres: Hurt/Comfort/Romance
Rating: K+
He knew she would run for him.
There was only one – any other woman would turn away and start again. He was just good company; a friend; buddy at nighttime. They wouldn't bat an eye if he deserted from their eyes. He wasn't that important.
Only a foolish girl would run for him because, really, he wasn't worth it.
"Why do you bother?"
"You work yourself too hard for him."
It was surprising she hadn't simply collapsed and died yet. After everything he had forced her through. The scars still sting.
It's not right. She shouldn't be half dead. The girl wasn't supposed to give him her soul. It was just a job; a career; a living. She'd take everything away for him.
Hawkeye was stupid – so damn stupid, and he loved her for it.
He was weeping in despair; a phase of depression. They all had it sometimes, but not one had cried over it. They noticed him, turned away, uncaring. He would get over it. No woman would want the company of a tearful man who felt sorry for himself.
The man sat on a bench, buried his face in his hands, ashamed to spill his emotions. He felt alone; abandoned. No one to run to. Worse, he felt he shouldn't deserve company. Anyone he ever touched would wither and die. It was saddening.
He felt her sit next to him, stroke his back and press her lips to his cheek. Why? Why wouldn't she give up on him? What's wrong with you? Had he honestly possessed her? She was like a torn puppet with a gun, and he was holding the strings. Vile man.
'Don't cry, sir.'
Roy looked at her, his view blurred. She wiped the tears from his face, kissed his eyes. He exhaled slowly, content. 'Will you stay with me?' He asked, sounding like a lost little boy.
Really, without her, he was.
She kissed him – answered.
author's note: This is a spur of the moment thing. I don't really know the main point, but I like experimenting with these two. Thanks for reading!