They made you cry.

Your glassy eyes, those eyes Orion normally adores, staring up at them with pain- with fear, after a stupid mistake they had made. How could they even explain-? No- no, it’s not that, they don’t need to justify their actions, they need to make them right, but how the hell do they do that?

You and Orion were hanging out, going on a not-quite date as they finally got the chance to talk to you without the constant pestering of either the rest of their friends or yours. It was going great- and then another alpha came up. Started flirting. Got just a bit too close, acted like they weren’t even there- it pisses them off to even think about it. They tried to laugh the alpha off, to pull you away, to distract the alpha, to distract you- then the alpha touched your arm in an, admittedly, looking back, innocent move, and they snapped. Their arm was around your waist and their hand was clenching the alpha’s wrist before they knew it. They were growling, they were so mad they didn’t even notice how you froze up in their hold. How you trembled as they stared the alpha in the eyes and shoved the alpha away before moving in front of you like a fucking overprotective guard dog-

Those eyes of yours now… they remind them of their sister’s. Of how they had scared her so badly when they had presented at 16 and punched a hole in the wall over little more than a hormonal rage.

Those eyes remind them of their parents, two omegas, and how they would step back when people reacted to the fact that they were a couple. How certain alphas would make derogatory comments, try to invite them both for some sick pleasure that they had no interest in and stand tall when they refused.

Those eyes… they remind them about just why they vowed to be the person they’ve managed to be up to this point- a vow they just… Broke.

Their voice trembles as they reach a hand down to you. Gods above, they wish they could be smaller.

“I-I’m sorry.”