#shattered reflections

Meet Riven (Raven) Ashard. Riven is a girl in her late teens (18-19). She’s a fresh new face in a small southwestern town with her family, the kind where everyone knows everyone and different isn’t exactly common. As a mixed race pagan who’s younger than more than 80% of the population, people don’t seem to take too kindly to her. But that’s fine. She’s only living there to save money as she goes to college in a nearby big city, which is where she tends to spend most of her time. At least, that’s what she claims. She’s got some terrible mental scars from her childhood and isn’t ready to fully leave her father, the only safe space she has left.

But things begin to take a turn for the worse when the mirrors start talking to her… Her mother’s spent a little over the last decade in a mental hospital for trying to kill her daughter. Capgras syndrome. People say crazy runs in the family. But her friends have started hearing voices too. Last she checked, insanity isn’t infectious…

Or is it?

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Walking into the firehouse, Buck caught glimpses of his colleagues sharing lighthearted banter, but their laughter seemed distant, almost foreign. He glanced at their smiling faces and realized that he couldn't muster the same carefree demeanor anymore. The trauma had shifted something within him, casting a shadow on his once vibrant spirit.

His footsteps felt heavy as he made his way to his locker, his eyes downcast. He knew you would be waiting for him outside, eagerly anticipating his return. But the thought of facing you, of seeing the love and concern reflected in your eyes, filled him with a sense of dread.

And then, there you were, waiting patiently with a smile that used to light up his world. But now, that smile felt like a burden—a constant reminder of the happiness he could no longer fully embrace. He watched as you approached him, your eyes filled with love and worry. But as you reached out to touch his arm, he flinched, a reflexive reaction to the turmoil brewing inside him.

You noticed the change in his demeanor—the way his eyes no longer met yours with the same warmth, the way he averted his gaze. It pained you to see the distance growing between you, but you couldn't understand what had triggered this sudden shift. Every attempt to draw him closer was met with resistance, as though he was trying to protect you from something he couldn't fully articulate.

“What’s the matter with him?” you asked, eyes met with Eddie’s.

“I don’t know.” he sighed.

Inside, Buck was grappling with conflicting emotions. He loved you deeply, and your presence had brought light into his life. But the trauma, unleashed by that call, had shattered the emotional stability he had built with you. He couldn't bear the thought of burdening you with his pain, of tainting the love you shared with the darkness that haunted him.

The mere thought of losing you intensified his inner turmoil. He wanted to protect you, to shield you from the cracks that were forming within him. Buck knew he was pushing you away, but he convinced himself it was for your own good, believing that distancing himself was the only way to ensure your happiness and safety.

Every time he pushed you away, his heart fractured a little more. He yearned to be the man you deserved, but the trauma gnawed at his soul, urging him to retreat into the solitude he had grown accustomed to. It was a constant battle—between the fear of losing you and the fear of dragging you down into the depths of his darkness.

In his quiet moments, he would gaze at you from a distance, his heart aching with the love he couldn't fully express. He saw your pain, your confusion, and it tore at him. He wished he could let you in, to confide in you and find solace in your embrace. But the fear of vulnerability, the fear of exposing his brokenness, kept him locked behind the walls he had meticulously built.

“What’s going on man?” Eddie asked Buck, stopping him halfway. “Something happened between you and Y/n?”

“No, no!” he waved his hand, measuring his words. “That’s the thing, nothing happened. Everything is perfect, Y/n is perfect. And because of my job, everything could fall apart with just a blink and I don’t want that.” Buck sighed as Eddie patted his shoulder.

“This is the life we chose, man. We save people, we lose people. But the more we try to save the people we care about, the more we hurt them.” Eddie shook his head at Buck, his eyes sending him comforting looks. “Listen, Y/n can take care of herself. You can’t prevent every bad thing that might happen. The more you do that, the more you push her away. The more you hurt her. She loves you, buddy. Just go talk to her. I know for sure she loves you just the way you are, with your job and everything. She doesn’t want it any other way.” Buck nodded at his best friend’s words.

As each day passed, Buck's struggle grew more agonizing. The love he had for you clashed with the trauma that threatened to consume him. He would watch you go about your day, trying to be strong and supportive, but his heart sank as he saw the worry etched on your face. Every time you reached out to him, he felt the urge to surrender, to let you in and share his pain. But the memories of that call, the intensity of the emotions it stirred, held him captive in a state of emotional paralysis.

Late at night, when darkness cloaked his thoughts and silence filled the room, Buck would sit alone, wrestling with his demons. He would question if he was strong enough to protect you, to shield you from the aftermath of his past. The thought of causing you pain, of burdening you with the weight of his trauma, tore at him. He cherished you, but he believed he didn't deserve your unwavering love and support.

Yet, despite his best efforts to push you away, you remained steadfast. Your presence never wavered, your determination to stand by him unwavering. You would reach out to him, time and time again, refusing to let his silence and distance define your connection. You saw past his emotional walls, recognizing the wounded soul within, and you were determined to reach him.

In moments of vulnerability, when the weight of his past became unbearable, Buck would catch himself stealing glances at you. The love and care in your eyes, the gentleness of your touch—it stirred something deep within him, igniting a flicker of hope. But the fear of exposing his shattered self, the fear of disappointing you, held him back.

“I don’t know what to do anymore. He won’t talk to me, he won’t even look at me, for God’s sake!” you told Hen, absently stirring the coffee in your mug. “I-uh, I think he wants to end things between us.”

Hen hugged you, when she saw the tears forming in your eyes, desperation written all over your face. You couldn’t put a finger on what might’ve happened to Buck. Maybe you’re not what he wants anymore. Maybe he found someone better to understand him, someone that loves him better. Or maybe he realised that you’re not what he wants. Hen looked up in Buck’s direction, knowing he overheard everything, a hurt expression painted on his face as he watched you sobbing on Hen’s shoulder. Hen shake her head at Buck when their eyes met, indirectly telling him to do something. Everyone at the unit gave him looks, they figured it out something was going on.

He desperately longed for your understanding, for you to see that his actions were not a reflection of his love for you. The pain he experienced wasn't about you—it was an internal struggle he fought against daily. He wished he could articulate the battle raging inside him, to find the words that would bridge the growing chasm between you.

But as time went on, he realized that words alone wouldn't be enough. It was through his actions, his commitment to confronting his demons, that he would prove his love for you. Buck knew he couldn't keep pushing you away, for it only deepened his own anguish. He needed to find the strength within himself to let you in, to let your love be the anchor that steadied him in the face of his darkest memories.

So, one evening, as you sat side by side on the couch, Buck turned to you. The vulnerability in his eyes was palpable, a silent plea for understanding. He reached out and took your hand, his grip gentle yet firm, as if trying to convey his determination to overcome his fears.

“Y/n?” Buck watched as your eyes didn’t met his, as your hand didn’t squeeze his back, his body only receiving cold shivers down the spine. His heart sank in desperation, his thoughts darkened.

“Say what you have to say and let’s end with this circus!” your eyes filled with tears as you knew it was the time. All the sweet memories with Buck would come to an end, your love was about to be forgotten and your heart was about to break.

“Hey, hold on! What to you think I’m gonna say?” Buck questioned, worry and confusion covering him as he desperately tried to touch you, to tell you everything is going to be alright, to make things right.

“You’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you?” you mumbled, “The past week you’ve been pushing me away, you didn’t look at me, you didn’t let me be by your side anymore.”

"No, no! Love…” he hurried standing up to cup your face “I've been pushing you away because I thought it would protect you," he began, his voice laced with raw honesty. "But I see now that I can't keep doing that. I love you, and I need you by my side as I face my past, my present and our future. It won't be easy, and there will be moments when I'll stumble. But please, believe in me, because I'm willing to fight for us."

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and unwavering love. You squeezed his hand, offering a reassuring smile that conveyed your unspoken commitment. He closed the distance between you two, pulling you closer in a tight hug, one he’s been missing all this time. In that moment, Buck realised with you by his side, he can conquer the world. His fears fade away when you hold his hand and his demons run just as fast as your lips touches his.