#5 word prompt
Five-word prompt drabble
(Prompt: “Why do you love me?” for Billy Russo X reader)
Word count:371
Rating: mentions of weapons, war, scarring
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Billy’s hands rose to his face and he pressed a finger over each of his closed eyelids. He stayed that way for long enough for you to notice that his fingernails were no longer pristine and perfectly manicured. His hands almost looked foreign, the hands of a stranger who had been battered and broken; hands that shook as they held an M40 rifle, deafened by the atrocities of war; hands that had, at one time, ran over every inch of your body and resulted in you screaming his name. Those hands rubbed down his scar-ridden cheeks, one falling to his thigh as the other ran over his mouth and chin, bringing your attention to his goatee. Your brows furrowed as the realization hit you— he was unable to grow a beard, not with those deep, puckered wounds that disfigured his face.
He claimed to remember nothing, to be void of any memory over a span of years; Billy thought he was still a Marine, which meant Billy would remember you. You’d known him before his first tour. Just before he left for training, you told him you loved him for the first time of many. He’d never once said it back. Now he was begging for answers, for any shard of information he could grasp onto in hopes he could remember something— anything.
And there you stood, his voice thick with an accent you hadn’t heard so pronounced since beforeechoing in your head: “Why do you love me?”
You sank down into the chair across from Billy and searched for any remnants of his former face. Even his eyes were completely different. They were haunted, yet hungry with the desperation of hope.
“Why do I love you?” You echoed his question and shrugged your shoulders. “I recanted those words when I learned what you did to Frank and his family. You don’t remember, but I do.” You stood back up again, walking to the door. You opened it to let him out. “Why do I love you?” There was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips though you tried to keep it at bay. “I don’t.” You gestured to the door. “Take care, Billy.”
