MEGALOMANIAC. five hargreeves [2]

ten. can we talk?

EDITED SEPTEMBER 9, 2021

WARNING: angst, five is a bit of an asshole

EIGHT ALWAYS LOVED THE NIGHT. To her, It is the most beautiful art, alive within raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times she felt as if she could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. She guesses it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love when she felt like she was devoid of love.

Thank god that Elliot's place had a nice view of it. Despite the mess she was in, Eight had suddenly felt awfully calm. The calmest she's ever felt for a while. Away from Five, Diego, everyone... it felt amazing.

Then, it was interrupted.

"Hi."

"Hi." Eight turned around, forcing a smile that she didn't mean at all. Of course, Five saw right through her. He always did.

"Can we talk?"

Three words. Three words that she had been trying to avoid the whole day. This was your typical fight or flight situation, and of course, she would choose flight.

"I'm really tired, Five." she dismissed, standing up from the chair next to the window. Everything still hasn't come back to her, and she doesn't want to deal with this whole thing right now.

Not when she could feel her heartache in her chest whenever she would see him. Not when she always had this urge to burst into a puddle of tears when he comes near her. Not when there's a shard in her guts that never leaves.

"Oh my god," Five suddenly yelled harshly, gently pulling her elbow back as he brought her close to her. "Love, please stop bullshitting me. Why won't you just talk to me?"

Eight stood in shock as she watch Five explode. The girl suddenly felt her body boil with rage as she harshly pulled her elbow away. "I told you to not call me that."

"What am I supposed to call you?" he laughed without humor, "Number Eight? What are we, strangers?"

"Watch your tone with me."

"You don't tell me shit!" he screamed, and Eight could have sworn that this was the angriest he's been to her. "I'm trying to help you! I want to talk to you and you keep pushing me away!"

Eight was focusing on keeping her breathing steady and slow, ignoring the clawing pain on her chest as she glared at Five. "I don't want to talk about it."

"That's the problem! You never do! We used to tell each other everything!" Five looked pissed, "I'm giving you my all when you won't even open up to me!"

That was the final straw for her. Eight ticked her head to the side, and in an instant, Five was pushed into a wall. "What about me, Five? You're so pissed that I'm shutting you off when you have no fucking idea what I'm going through right now. I— that night at the alleyway when Hazel found me, I thought I was going die, Five."

Tears were pricking the corners of her eyes, but that didn't stop her. "I thought I was going to fucking die. I couldn't breathe and no one was there. Then in the span of a few hours, I get possessed, I get tormented by the FBI, I get thrown a bunch of information, and you're mad at me because I won't talk to you?"

Five, who had fallen off his high of rage, softened. "Eight—"

"No! Stop it." Eight shouted, stepping so they were inches apart. "I've been through hell, Five. There's so much shit going on in my brain right now and I thought that you, out of all people, would understand that."