mysticrainpain:

Who is it?

It’s been 10 years.

10 years since the sun went down and never came back.

You sat alone in your lucky catch of a hotel room in Lestallum. There was so much sound snaking its way through your open window. It should have been comforting for you. The sound of people together should have warmed your heart, but the sound only made you upset.

Angry

Hurt

Depressed

Alone. So alone.

He left you with a kiss and a promise that he would return. You wanted to believe him. Wanted to smile and wave him away with trust in your heart. But you couldn’t muster it. Your tears fell like rain for days. Weeks. Months.

The sun was a burden. People expected you to be happy when the sun was shining so bright, much unlike yourself. You were as dull as a dead star. As dull as a pencil used too much. As dull as a lover without their lover. They started to worry, wondering why you haven’t eaten, why your eyes were always red.

You welcomed the darkness. Everyone was sad now. No one questioned why you looked so hollow. Everyone was hollow. You were no different than the person in the room next to you now. No different than the people on the streets.

You laid your head on the pillow of the hotel bed. Your arms searched for him. Your nose searched for his scent of home and happiness. All they found was a cold pillow.

The fabric creased under your harsh grasp. Your sobs were the only sounds now. The people outside drowned out by your cries. The pillow soaked through with tears. You only cried like this when you were truly alone. No one could try and comfort you with their empty “I’m sorries” and “it’ll be ok’s.”

It will never be ok again, never again without him. The way he held you. The way his fingers stroked your cheeks. The way he kissed your tears of worry away. It was all gone. Gone with the sun. Gone with your happiness.

On the brink of sleep, your sobs had died down to nothing but shivers and sniffles.

A soft knock.

Probably next door.

Harder now.

It’s not for me.

“(Y/N).. I know this is your room.”

I’m too tired. My mind is playing tricks. Please stop.

“(Y/N).”

Ill prove to you.. Myself.. this is fake.

“Who is it?” You tried to control your shaking voice. You tried to add a hint of irritation in your voice, hoping your visitor would go away.. If they were even real.

There was no answer. You knew it wasn’t real. It was too good to be true.

You started to turn on your heel before another knock. With a frustrated growl, you unlocked the door and threw it open. You were ready to scream into the empty hallway. Ready to scream out your frustrations at your mind for torturing you like this. Making you hear his voice when he was gone. Were your tears not enough?

Your loud wails of despair were silenced by a hand on your cheek. It was rough, calloused. It was gentle. It was everything you had missed for 10 years. It was him. It was only him.

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I wanted to try something different. Its 6 am and I’m sad so have this lol. I tried to leave it as open as possible. Who came to mind?