SOFTWARE INSTABILITIES. - Connor x Reader Oneshots || COMPLETED.

NINETEEN: I Need You. |REQUESTED!|

I sat on the couch, in Hank's living room, as I blankly stared at the television.

Why him?

Sumo and I were playing fetch in the house, and he handed me the ball for me to throw across the room again.

What was it about Markus?
What could I have done to make her see that I truly love her?
What was it that I was doing wrong?
What-

The clouds in my mind were cleared by Sumo barking at me.

I looked up at him, and he was staring at my hand, whining.

My eyes followed his gaze as I was met with myself, clenching the ball we played fetch with in my hand.

"I'm sorry, Buddy," I cracked a smile and petted him.

Sumo leaned into my touch, sensing I was a bit uneasy, but then walked away.

I resumed thinking, as it consumed me, and I felt nothing more but pain.

Y/N's POV
Today was supposed to be the day I remember marrying my soulmate.

It was supposed to be the most romantic day of the year.
Today.

But that wasn't the case. Because too many things just weren't working out today.

"Dear God, what is the difference, Y/N!"

"The goddamn difference is that I want to spend time with you, just you, on our wedding anniversary while you want to let this random android sleep on our couch!" I retorted.

"She is not-"
"SHE?! Markus, are you serious?"

I folded my arms and stared at him, the level of my anger beginning to rise.

"Yes, I'm serious! North needs to stay here for a couple of days."

"You are going to let an android, who you used to be in a complete relationship with during the Revolution just, stay here, with you, conveniently on your fucking wedding anniversary?!" I asked, putting emphasis on the last three words, cause I don't think he's understanding the importance of them anymore.

"I don't get what's so bad about that!" he begins to raise his voice.

"What's so bad is that, you're a married man, Markus. Married to me. And on the day we're supposed to celebrate two years of marriage, you decide you want to treat the needs of someone else! Look Markus. This ring you gave me, and the ring that you-," I raised his left hand, and I raised mine, as I was supposed to be showing him both of our wedding rings.

But I just saw mine.

"M-Markus. Where the hell is your ring?"

He looked to the side, very well aware that he was going to say something that was going to make me angrier.

"I took it off."

He, what?

"You, what?!"
"I t-took the ring off."