Leo Valdez X Reader:Oceans of Fire

Fault or Blame?

Leo's POV:

"W-what..." I prop myself up on my elbow. (Y/N)'s standing in front of me with a chunk of metal (from a pipe?) in her hand. Everything is soaking wet.
"What happened?" I mentally curse at how unstable my voice is. She just looks at me, her eyes wide. She looks confused, but in that unnerving way. Like she finally understands something that's been pestering her.
(Y/N) doesn't reply. She just stands there. It seems like she's trying to make up her mind on something, but I'm not sure what it is. After a few moments, she looks down at her hands and drops the pipe. She looks back up at me, an angry expression on her face, and does the weirdest thing she could've done.
She hugs me.
I hug her back obviously, because I'm not one of those rude people who just stand there. But truth is, I kind of felt that I needed it. Maybe (Y/N) knew, maybe she figured out my dream or something. But she holds me close, her arms restricting my body from shaking. I'm not really someone who feels cold a lot, for obvious reasons, but (Y/N) warms me up with something else. This sickeningly cheesy, overwhelming feeling of company. I can't really explain it, but it's something I haven't really felt since my mother passed away.
(Y/N) pulls back awkwardly, her cheeks deep red.
"Sorry. For, y-you know. Soaking you in water and all," she stutters out, kicking the piece of pipe under my bed.
"It's ok," I reply weakly, still stunned from it all.
"You, uh- you were on fire. And I panicked. Though, I guess fire doesn't really affect you. That way," she trails off, looking guilty. Does she know? My heart starts beating faster. She blames me doesn't she? She knows the truth. She knows I did it. She knows it's all my fault.
"You should go," I say, anger bubbling up from under my skin. I'm not angry at her though. Or at Tía Callida. I'm angry at myself. The people around me deserve so much more than me. I constantly let them down.
"Yeah," she says, her voice sounding surprised at my anger.
She picks up her jumper from the floor, now soaking wet and makes her way to the door. I turn my back on her, hoping it'll encourage her to keep her distance. The last person I was close to was my mother. Look where that landed her. I scowl and bend down, picking up the piece of pipe from under my bed.
"You know Leo?" (Y/N) says. I spin around. She's stopped at the door, and she's hunched over. She isn't facing me so I can't be sure, but it seems like she's crying.
"It isn't your fault." My grip tightens on the pipe. She leaves, pulling the door shut behind her.
It is my fault.
My hands shake as I throw the pipe against the door. I held the metal so tightly it cut into the palm of my hand.
I run my hands through my hair to keep it from setting a light and drop to my knees.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
I feel my body convulse into a sob. I put my hands down on the floor to support myself, my fingers raking through the wet carpet.
It's always my fault. Everywhere I go. Everything I do.
I take a look around the room.
I make a mess of everything.

A/N
Hey, I hope you guys like this chapter. It's kinda rushed and awkwardly phrased, but I hope you like it! xD