broken glass | steve harrington
pairing: steve harrington x female reader
synopsis: y/n is having trouble moving on after being unexpectedly dumped by steve.
word count: 910
The wooden picture frame stared back at her.
She paced the length of her bedroom, gazing at the photo with such anger. She had spent the last six hours cleaning out her room, ridding it of anything that sparked a memory of him.
She wanted to forget him and move on. She wanted to pretend their relationship never existed; like she hadn’t spent the past two years of her life falling deeper and deeper in love with some guy.
She packed all of his things into a box, labeling it “Steve.” She thought about throwing it all out, or burning it in her backyard, but she decided to just let the box sit there. Maybe one day she’d build up enough confidence to drive the box over to his house and dump it on his front porch.
She walked over to her mirror, chuckling as she gazed at her reflection. There was mascara running down her cheeks from crying so hard and red lipstick smudged across her chin. But she wasn’t paying attention to those things, more so intrigued by the necklace hanging around her neck.
She ran her fingers over the gold-plated pendant and shook her head. The pendant was simply a letter “S”, another one of the many gifts he had given her.
The day he gave it to her was one she wouldn’t forget. February 14th; how cliché of him.
“Thanks for tonight, I had a great time.” Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as Steve spoke. This was her first real date and she knew her parents were probably watching them from the front window, making sure Steve brought her home by curfew. She had told her parents that they were going to dinner and a movie, but Steve actually parked his car a few doors down and took her virginity in the back seat.
“Yeah, me too.” She nodded, awkwardly looking down at her shoes.
“Shit, I almost forgot.” Suddenly Steve reached into the pocket of his jacket, fishing around for something and pulling out the necklace. Y/N smiled to herself as Steve motioned for her to spin around. He latched the gold necklace around her neck and pressed a kiss right below her ear before asking her to spin back around and face him.
“I love it.” She whispered, fingers grazing over the pendant.
“I love you.” Steve blurted out of nowhere. This was the first time he was saying those three words and the smile on his face let her know he was being genuine.
“I love you, too.” She nodded, gently cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek, remembering that her parents were definitely still watching.
“Forever and always, I promise.”
Steve always said that forever and always crap and she now knew he was lying. When she said I love you, she meant it. But turns out Steve wasn’t as honest because he had no problem dumping her over the phone and walking out of her life forever.
Maybe she was being over dramatic. Maybe she wasn’t. She was just hung up on the fact that Steve knew exactly what heartbreak felt like, but still decided to put her through this. She thought their relationship was going well, never expecting him to end it all so suddenly and without a reason.
Y/N grabbed a hold of the necklace, forcefully yanking it from her neck. The clasp broke and she stared down at the now destroyed necklace. She hadn’t taken it off in over a year and surprisingly felt no remorse. She walked over to the box of Steve’s things and threw the broken necklace inside.
All of the pain she once felt was slowly disappearing. Almost as if with every item she got rid of, she was healing a bruise that Steve left behind.
She took a deep breath, turning back to her nightstand and the goddamn picture frame perched on it. This was the millionth time that she was trying to get rid of the picture frame and the last memory of Steve she had left.
She paced over to the picture frame, glancing at the photo inside. She just wanted to delete the memories of that night, forget them forever.
The photo was just a photo. A simple snapshot of her and Steve on prom night. But for some reason it triggered a collection of emotions. It made her angry, sad, frustrated and confused. The people in the photo were so happy. They had the world. The smile on Steve’s face was so genuine. How could he have been so in love with her then, and so over her now.
Y/N hadn’t even noticed the hot tears that were streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t realize that her hands were shaking or that her lip was bleeding from biting down on it so hard.
And then out of nowhere, she cracked. She let out a loud high pitched scream, throwing the picture frame across the room and watching it bounce of the wall and shatter into a million pieces. She tried to catch her breath, running a hand through her hair as she calmed down. She was in a trance, and the voice coming from the doorway was the only thing that snapped her out of it.
“Y/N, what did you do?”
As she spun around she came face to face with Steve Harrington himself, staring at her and the mess of broken glass.