Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 77

"For what?" But she only scoffed at his pointless forgiveness. "I didn't do anything wrong." Not an inch of remorse even filled her whole soul. It confounded Viktor to the point where he couldn't get a word in as she placed her martini down. "You know, I'm really tired of being the asshole that has to meet you halfway. I am tired of being a sucker."

"You're the sucker?"

"Our whole lives, all you said you ever wanted was for us to be close, and we finally got there, and you fucked it up." She spat loud enough for Luther and Y/N to hear from a distant. "Not me."

The girl watched from afar as she saw Viktor's eyes stinging of tears. She still wasn't talking to him, but seeing the stoned wall between him and Allison made her feel bad for Viktor.

"Is this really how you wanna end things?" Asked him to Allison. Even though he needn't to question her, it broke his heart to think that she didn't care about him anymore.

"Don't worry. I'll sleep fine tonight." Unlike him, Allison wasn't feeling the same sadness as he was. There was nothing left in her but anger after all the anguish she'd been through.

Allison showed herself out of the hall. Leaving Viktor standing there all alone with his heart that's been crushed into pieces.

"The sun rises over a lily's field."

As the old man ended his speech with a poem, Y/N saw how Allison left Viktor without another word or glance. She could see the tears that were forming along his eyes, ready to spill because of this overwhelming sadness getting the best of him.

"A mother veiled her, her lips concealed."

The others saw her leave, apart from Luther, they didn't have an idea what just happened. And so they didn't know what they should do.

"The mourners come in droves of black
To bury what their hearts unpack..."

Viktor hung his head as he tried his best not to cry out of a broken heart. This was a wedding, he shouldn't be upset about something, he thought. I tried. He heard the sound of shoes pitter-pattering closer behind him.

When he looked up, Y/N came into view. Her face stoic, yet still kind. It was as if she was doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing because she couldn't help it. She reached over to the inside pocket of her coat and pulled a handkerchief out to hand to Viktor to dry his tears.

Instead of taking the piece of cloth, he pulled her into a hug.

"...shallow breath and time eclipsed
I pray you miss death's gentle kiss."

She was always good to him, regardless of his faults. "I'm sorry." And the fact that he was aware that he didn't deserve the kindness she'd shown to him dozens of times made him bawl. "I'm very sorry." He sobbed quietly.

Y/N rubbed circles on his back as silently, providing more warmth for him to calm down. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say that it was okay. She couldn't feel ready even if she forced it. The least she could do was be there and lend him a shoulder to cry on.

Because she knew that he needed it.

At the same time, Reginald has officially finished his speech with a sip of his champagne and a slight bow.

None of them had any idea how to react to such a poem that wasn't even akin to the occasion. All they did was copy Klaus as he cheered for his father, "Bravo! Beautiful! Bravo, Dad! Bravo!" He exclaimed, others were following his applause reluctantly, although not all shared the same mixed emotions.