[This one will be a doozy... Feel free to listen ^]
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TAKES PLACE BEFORE TRIPLE THREAT

Requested by @LilyTheSimp , tysm :>

(Charles is concerned about why you've been leaving at night and coming back at noon ever since he lost contact with Henry. You're not sure if you can tell him the truth... Very angsty, ends badly, 2nd POV for Reader. Hope you enjoy!)

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   You keep telling yourself that you need the cash, you need the support, you need all you can get from the Toppats... But is this right?

   Ever since you joined the Toppats after Henry was turned over to The Wall, you were constantly in a state of worry and fear... That Charles might find out.

   It's not like you were doing so good before... you were in a bad place, and in a bad mentality.

   You've matured, a lot. Mostly thanks to your... boyfriend, Charles Calvin. The two of you met at a young age because of a strange occurence. (Bold in this paragraph means that you can insert your own backstory as to how you met) The two of you got together when you were older, and he was the main reason why you've gotten out of the slump you used to be in.

   You were so very thankful. But what did you do? Stab him in the back for more support-hoarding. You really aren't that good of a person, y'know?

   You clenched your heart toughly, your palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy, you almost felt like running away already. (ᵐᵒᵐ'ˢ ˢᵖᵃᵍʰᵉᵗᵗⁱ) All in fear of what you were about to tell Charles.

   Today was the day where you promised to tell Charles about your job. But you're not sure if you can do it.

  'If I don't tell him sooner or later... He'll get suspicious, and he might hate me. I have no choice.' Your body forcefully pulled you to the front of Charles's apartment door. You lifted your hand up, sighed, and reluctantly knocked on the door.

  "Y/N! Thanks for coming!" Your headphone-d boyfriend quickly opened the door, bear-hugging you tightly while you wore a happy mask to guise your sadness. "So, you gonna tell me about your job?"

  You nodded as he let go of you. "Sure. Let's go inside your apartment first."

  "Of course, of course, c'mon, I got some of your favorite food!" He dragged you into the apartment, closing and locking the door quickly, before sitting you down at the dinner table.

   The table was it's usual look, mahogany and hard to touch, with two plates opposite of each other on the table, both having portions of food on them. This made it even harder for you to tell him. You gingerly poked your fork into your Y/F/F (Your Favorite Food), and ate it. It was delicious as always... But had a bitter aftertaste for some reason.

  "You like it? I made it myself!" He proudly smiled, his chest puffed up confidently. "So, what's your job?"

  You gulped, a long silence settling in between you and him. 'How am I gonna tell him?'

   Charles slowly began to worry for you, as you had not answered his very clear question. He adjusted his headphones uncomfortably.

  "...What's wrong? You aren't answering..." He looked at you, his eyes were deeply concerned.

  "Charles... I..." You shook your head for no reasoning, your eyes locked to your legs.

  "Please, just tell me. Is something wrong with your job?" Anxiety soaking his tone.

  "Charles, I'm a Toppat. And I don't think we can stay together because of that."

   A very long, tense pause landed between the two of you, and suddenly, you felt like you had just pushed him away a thousand miles away from you. But you had to tell him.

  "B-but why? Why are you part of the Toppats?"

  "I need the money, I need the support... Everyone there is so nice and caring," You slowly lifted your head, your eyes lowered in shame. "I have to choose them."

  "W-why? Why not join something else? I care about y-you, everyone does..." You could hear the pain tearing away at his voice. You felt like a monster.

  "... I can't. I owe the Toppats, and besides..." You finally looked up, your eyes finally locking. He looked like he was about to cry. "Would you rather pick one person who cares about you, or a crowd?"

  "But that doesn't...!" He caught himself before he began to argue, and shook his head. "It's fine. It's f-fine... I-I understand."

  "We'll break up, we'll be complete stranger to each other if you want... But there's one last thing I want to ask you to do."

  "What is it...?"

  "Just... be happy. For yourself. For everyone..."

   You simply nodded and got up to leave. As soon you closed the door, you could hear him call somebody. The voice that talked to him was old, similar to Galeforce.

   But you couldn't focus on him anymore, even if he began to bawl his eyes out to the phone. You needed to focus on yourself... You dirty bastard.

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889 words, hope you enjoyed! And to ease your sadness, here's this. Also, please don't abandon your loved one because of your job. This is just a oneshot d( ᵘ ꒳ ᵘ ✼)