Blacksmith『 ᵈᵃᵛⁱᵈ ʰᵒᶜᵏⁿᵉʸ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ 』

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❝Hockney's POV❞

▬▬ 𝖂hen the artist saw her sorrow, he quickly withdrew his hand from her shoulder. "I- sorry!"

"No, I should be sorry." The crying girl said as she wiped away her tears and tried to fix her messy features.

"But I made you cry-" The albino male interjected despite not knowing why she was crying.

"No, I'm crying because of myself." She admitted, her eyes now on the floor.

The circumstances he was in perplex Hockney. They were just talking about her brother and Mata minutes ago, and she suddenly cried because of herself? Something was not adding up. David wanted to pry more, but he knew that now was not the time. It was best to pry more information once Y/N felt like she was ready to tell him.

"Are you depressed? If so, we can get you to a doctor...." The male suggested; He wasn't even sure if what he said was the right suggestion.

"That's too expensive. We already have debts to deal with." The girl dismissed, but her eyes said otherwise. It seemed like she was considering doing it, but something was holding her back from doing so.

"Plus, I might be overreacting. I can get over this." Y/N said to her roommate with a weak smile, but the male still wore an uncertain expression.

"No, I have to get over it."

As much as he would love to trust her decision, he felt like her decision was unhealthy. The artist will admit he doesn't know much about emotions despite trying to recreate said emotions onto his canvases. He understands them from the surface level, which contradicts what I've said about him earlier- Anyhow, Hockney's intuition tells him he needs to convince his roommate otherwise.

"Just because you might overreact doesn't mean you shouldn't get it checked." The pale man justified, wanting his roommate to not disregard her own well-being.

"I'm not depressed. I just really miss my brother." The blacksmith defended whilst crossing her arms and now avoiding her roommate's gaze.

David internally backtracked the entire conversation. The more he retraced his steps, the more things made little sense; It was most likely because he didn't have enough information, or he was going nowhere with this conversation. Also, judging from her body language, it seemed like the girl was uncomfortable with where the topic was leading to.

He's really tempted to press for more information so he could help her but, even if he had all the information about her trauma and emotional state, he probably wouldn't know how to deal with it. It's best for Y/N that she talks to a professional instead of someone who does care for her but does not know how to help her.

"Either way, I still think you have to get yourself checked." Hockney gently placed a hand on her hand, hoping to reassure her that getting help isn't bad.

"I'm scared... scared my brother won't see me the same way ever again."

Oddly enough, everything now made sense... How their conversation about home delved into her mental breakdown. Even though the crying girl said David was not at fault, he knew he was at fault. If he hadn't brought up the topic about nostalgia and home earlier, she wouldn't be hurting right now. He was not a professional, but he had to fix the mess he started. That was his own resolve.

From this point on, the artist will illustrate his thoughts out loud. He didn't have any of his tools at hand or a canvas, so if he wanted to see the final product, he would have to rely on the girl's face to see the impact of his words. This was the only shot he got, so he won't throw it away.

"I don't know how different you acted back then but, if he's your family. I know he will accept you for who you are."

"Hoh would probably smile at the fact that you've gotten stronger, mentally and physically."

"You might be angry- too angry, but you balance that out with your kindness. Plus, I think Hoh would be proud of the fact that his sister could easily cut down eight trees in one day,"

The living room was dead silent after the albino ended his pep-talk. He wasn't sure if he made the situation worse or not, so he had to think of something to cut the silence short, and the idea had to come to him quickly or he'd die from the awkward silence.

"And replanting trees as well," Hockney awkwardly added.

Y/N laughed at his pep-talk, especially the last part. It was a pathetic attempt, but she knew he tried. Also, she found it adorable that he tried to speak from Hoh's perspective as if he knew her little brother.

Hockney was too kind. She still couldn't believe someone as kind as him existed. If only there were more kind people in this world, it would probably be a better place if people were being kind out of habit instead for their own benefits.

Once the pale man heard her laugh, he couldn't help but reciprocate it. The blacksmith was nothing like Mata, but she strangely made Hockney feel at home at this place in a short amount of time.

After the pep-talk, the roommates decided that they would clean up the place since they have been neglecting the house for a week. Whilst cleaning up the house, the artist stumbled upon an unopened letter.

"Oh?" He reached out for the letter and flipped it to its backside to check who the sender addressed it to.

To: Y/N

"Huh... the letter's meant for Y/N but there's no sender..." The male said then observed the envelope's design and its wax seal but he still couldn't identify who it came from.

"I'll just give this to her when I find out where this letter came from." He whispered to himself, then continued doing his chores.

▬▬ 𝕱𝐢𝐧. 𝕮𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2
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