cassies robber and betrayer
Von and Maple.
A pair of two friends, nothing more. Until one stepped out of line.
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"i gotta go shower, byee" read Dee's message. Maple sighed as she held her phone in her hand. Why did Dee have to leave again? It's annoying. Maple would rather talk to Dee all day.
But they can still talk. Even if it's limited. Even if it's not for forever.
"bye, HEART EMOJI IT WONT LET ME SEND" replied Maple.
With a longing gaze, Maple put down her phone. Empty.
Dee made her feel whole. She removed the hole within her chest, filled up the emptiness with warmth.
Whenever Dee left, the emptiness returned.
And Maple hated feeling empty.
And Maple had Dee's addres.
What harm could a little visit do?
Maple broke into Dee's house with a glock. "Bitch respond to my fucking message I'm gonna rob your house." it was like the tiktok pov my crazy serial killer boyfriend breaks into my house. Von had just got out of the shower and she ran out and stared in shock at Cupid with the gun. "WHAT THE HELL??? I said i was SHOWERING." Maple sighed "Ok well i dont give a shit you gonna respond or you gonna get the bomb." Suddenly they started shooting and von ran upstairs to hide in the closet. She started singing emotionally it was her y/n moment. "Im just michael flying solo who you think that you know michael in the bathroom by himself. All by himself." she sang tears in her eyes. Suddenly there was a knock on the door along with Cupids voice. "Ding dong i know you can hear me open up the door..."
Von couldn’t believe this was happening. She was being robbed, but having a mental breakdown.
And she was being comforted by the person who broke in.
“It’s okay, let it all out,” Maple said, their voice soft as silk. That made Von cry more.
How could someone as nice as Cupid, be so kind to someone like her? How could they not hate her?
But Von knew Maple didn’t. He hugged her, consoled her, Von’s ginger plaits becoming undone as her wet hair, still fresh from a shower, cascading down her back.
Von sniffled. She was weak. But it was okay.
“… Thank you—” But Cupid shushed her. No words needed to be said. They sat together, comfortable silence engulfing them on the cold
tiles of Von’s bathroom floor.
Not for the first time, Von was grateful. She was happy. It was a rarity, especially for her. To find comfort in your own house, crying your eyes out, it was strange. She welcomed the feeling with open arms.