~My heart is refusing me~

*Manager!Sweden X Singer!Reader*

'I've been crushed,beaten down

And I'm frozen to the ground ...'

The (h/c) walked,guided by the taller's male steps,shortly following him like an obedient pet.It wasn't the fact that (Name) was in any way the Swedish male's company in that kind of way,but it wasn't either far from the truth.

It all started quite a time ago,when the female took part into a song festival,obliged by two crazy friends she got.Still,things turned better than expected and the (e/c) eyes female won the first place and also the best manager she could ever ask for.

Step by step,she fell for the Swedish male,even if they didn't interact that much.The only times when the female could hear the blonde male talk was when he questioned her about an outfit or about the new songs he composed for her - his accent was absolutely alluring,words smoothly flewing off his tongue and reaching (Name)'s ears.

No matter how many hints the female gave him,he was still oblivious to the growing love of the girl,even if the entire stuff was already aware of it,cheering on her to tell him.And actually,that was the only option remained.

Shyly calling his name,feeling her palms grow sweaty,her lungs burn and a proeminent brush form onto her features,the Swede grunted in response,announcing that all his attention was upon her - which didn't seem to help,but rather make the female even more nervous.

'I am in love with you Berwald!' was the beginning of their relationship,the moment in which the Swedish male accepted her feelings.

Things escalated quickly and so the two became a couple,sharing the same house - and to mention the same bed.

Everything was a perfect harmony inside the small apartament in Stockholm,the view upon the city breathtaking - but what was even more important,the love stained sheets,the mornings in which Berwald prepared coffee for both of them,when he bent to her height and pressed his lips against hers in order to greet her,the freshly baked cookies he brought from the Dane's bakery,even after they fought badly just to keep her happy.

Everything was perfect - until Tino appeared and broke the serene refuge.Berwald grew distant with time,the things itself grinding little by little the female's soul,making her all worried - and she had a point in all of this.

Until one day,it all became clear - the Swede broke the relationship,not explaining things even if she pleaded when he took his clothes in the small luggage - that small luggage meant her life,the fact that her lover loved her no more - still,she clinged onto his arm,begging for a second chance.

When the blonde shook his head in disapproval,looking down at the female's tear stained face,she asked him why.He didn't move a single muscle when she questioned him that,just went on being his emotionless self - he hadn't even gaped his mouth to form a response - she wasn't worth that much for him.

Berwald's body disappeared soon,the door closing,not leaving the dim light of the corridor to intrude in the small appartament.

All was gone now,though the Swedish male's scent painfully lingered onto the sheets and no matter how many times (Name) washed them,his perfume was still there.

One thing remained though as he promised - the blonde didn't mix up personal life with his work - and neither did the (h/c),as now the only reason to see her former lover was keep a tight grip upon singing.

Berwald's music became slightly a romantic feeling which couldn't be mutual - and as (Name) noticed,the one who cried her pain away was the female.

It was somehow strangely close to her situation,so she didn't mind the idea of crying her unrequited love through music.

As she was going to do today in the main Swedish studio,being the guest of the broadcasted radio show.

Entering the small room,she was greeted by the host,a kind looking male,not to mention handsome who invited her to take a seat.

Putting the headsets on,the (h/c) watched the male point towards the on air button,which soon was green lighten.

Making a short introduction,they exchanged a few words before the first song to come up.

The song which suited (Name) the best,because it was describing her actual situation - how she couldn't let go of her former lover,how the whole world seemed to be against her will and how she couldn't give up everything and hit the road.

Seeing Berwald's figure requesting something to the staff and Tino's smaller one next to his,the female couldn't help but burst into tears,her voice turning shaky,still a great emotion added to the balad.

The Swede stopped for mere seconds,seeing the fresh,salty tears caressing the delicate curves of (Name)'s face,falling one by one into her lap - still she continued singing as nothing was happening.

Biding her farewells to the main studio's staff,the (h/c) placed the black jacket onto her shoulders,ready to head outside,not following her manager this time.

"(Name)?" he simply questioned,cocking a light eyebrow towards her.

"I need some time alone,that's all!" were the female's last words before she disappeared,leaving the Swede dumbfounded.

Taking lefts and rights,the (h/c) locks caressed by the rather warm Northen wind,her breath coming in shorter rasps,the (e/c) eyes were welcomed by the sight of navy blue sea broded until it kissed the golden horizon line,the yellow disk of the sun engulfed by waters.

A delicate smile tucked at the corner of the female's lips,though she felt so broken on the inside.Pretending everyday that it was okay,putting up with that charade wasn't easy,but a rather hard task to accomplish.

The fake smiles,the bitter sweet laughs,the wishes - everything was nothing more that a play she had to go on.

Unfastening the pendant around her neck,the silvery band glimmering with a strange red glow as sun projected its bloody bows onto the pale blue canvas,she tightened her fists onto it,watching once again as colours faded one by one.

'My heart is refusing me...' the sang words were taken away by the wind,echoing in the atmosphere,a cry for help and love - a long lost love.

Throwing the pendant into the sea,the female felt somewhat satisfied and ready - though she was positive the adrenaline of the moment would disappear and she would cry herself to sleep as always.

"(Name)!" the bass voice came,causing the female's eyes to widen in surprise and turn towards the source of it.

"Berwald?What are you doing here?" (Name) asked,curious of why the male was there and not with the small Finn.

"F'll'w'ng y'u!I w's affr'id y'u w'll g't h'rt!" he explained in his heavy accent - though the female was always able to comprehend what he was saying.

"Why do you care?It's my life,not yours!You'll find another singer who could interpret better your songs!" the (h/c) protested,feeling both angered and happy about the statement.

"B'c'us' ... Jag älskar dig!" the blonde ended his sentence,seeing the female's form fall to the ground,burrying her eyes into the edge of her palms.

"What kind of sick joke is this?Do you think my feelings are some kind of button you can switch to on and off as you want?Who the hell do you think you are?" (Name) angrily requested,planting her tightened fists into the male's chest.

The last words were taken away by the wind,as well as energy leaked the female's body,causing her to give in and let the strong arms encircle her form.

"I m'an 't!" the Swede spoke as he gently brushed the female's (h/c) locks.

"Jag älskar dig också,Berwald!" (Name) responded,burrying her face into the male's white shirt,inhaling his fresh cologne she missed that much.

Clinging onto his shoulders,the female brought her body up a little,so that her lips could find once again his pale ones,pressing them with force - thing at which Berwald reacted,leaning closer and making the kiss even more heated than it already was,licking the (h/c)'s bottom lip,begging for entrance - which she granted,letting the Swedish male to explore every single crevice of her hot cavern.

Parting for air,the two looked one to another in a deep,unknown admiration,before the blonde helped the female up,interwinding fingers as they used to before.

"L't's g' h'me!" Berwald proposed,at which (Name) nodded in approval walking along her lover.

'I've been crushed,I've had enough