Ray & 32? Pretty please? :D
[I’m super sorry for the wait. This was the latest piece before I closed all asks for my writing hiatus, and I decided to give this one a chance.]
32. I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.
Ray wrung his hands as he glanced at the little digital numbers in the corner of one of his many computer screens. It glared an annoying 2:11 AM at his tired eyes. His body screamed at him to get his required 3 hours of sleep, but his mind was in disarray and running rampant. It had been a few hours since he had been able to hear your voice, listen to your breathing, see the light shine on your face, emitting a lustrous glow from the smile you would turn his way.
To say he was…addicted…wouldn’t make sense and he shouldn’t. His Savior had told him how bad it was to get attached to pretty things…wish for the light. If he went towards the light than his darkness would vanish, and he’d be nothing. He’d just be a pathetic being, weak…USELESS…like he always was in the first place. You were so beautiful…You were his…weren’t you?
He knew he shouldn’t, but he got up, hesitantly leaving his room, away from the stifling heat of his computers to the cool air of the hallway. As he made his way to your room, he felt his skin somewhat burning up at the thought of your smile. He itched at his collar, believing it to be tight, possibly the cause of the sudden flare of heat. Maybe it would be best to have a cold shower later to cool off. It would help him stay awake, needing it to tackle the work that he had neglected to finish in favor of this detour.
Ray was only going to peek, just a tiny glimpse at your face. He knew that you were cooped up in your room all day, orders from the Savior, and he would visit under the pretense of at least checking up on the flowers he left in your room a week ago. You’d ask one of the believers for a vase to cradle them and when he heard, his heart clenched painfully. To treasure one of his own passions so carefully, it had moved him so close to tears at the thought.
Just as he turned the corner, catching a glimpse of the light in your room on under the crack in the door, he felt his phone vibrate. He felt a slight flare of irritation, wanting to know whom was interrupting his precious time with you when he glanced at the phone ID and saw it was your name. His palms grew clammy, nearly making him drop his phone, but he held onto it, keeping his back on the corner. He didn’t wish for you to know he was near your room at such an odd hour.
He answered the phone. “You called at the most adequate time. I was thinking whether I should call you as I saw your lights were on earlier, but I was hesitating in case you were asleep though.”
It was a small lie. He wasn’t necessarily going to call as much as see your face…and he didn’t need to know what time he tried checking up on you for. It could have been anytime. He thankful his voice hadn’t given him away. He always hated lying. It grated his nerves and clenched his stomach into endless knots.
You chuckled quietly, him not missing the slight tiredness in the tone of it. “No, I’m not yet asleep. Is something up?”
He stiffened, suddenly feeling like he was caught in a trap. “O-Oh. No. Nothing’s up really.” He needed something to deflect off him. “I was just wondering how you were doing. I know you’ve spent hours in that room, right? Is anything uncomfortable? Anything at all…and I was a bit worried if anything was up as your light was on even at this hour…”
There was a long silence from the other end of the phone, which started to kick up his nerves and his racing thoughts. Oh god. Did you hate the room? Was that why you were up so late? You couldn’t get any sleep in such a disgusting room, couldn’t you? You grew tired of him. He knew it. No one loved him. No one needed him. He wasjustadisgustinglittle-
“…thing really…Ray?” Your soft voice broke the mantra of negative emotions swirling in his brain.
“Y-Yes? Sorry. What is it?” He wanted to pinch himself for his voice cracking a little, betraying the fragile state he was making himself.
“…. Can…I tell you something?” He could barely hear you over the phone with how quiet your voice had gone.
“Yes. Of course you can,” he replied immediately. What was it that made your bright and vibrant sound grow so small? Even if it was to tell how much he was useless, if it made you feel any better he could take it. Just to bring you back to your beautiful self.
There was a long pause and he briefly moved the phone away from his ear, wondering if it had disconnected. The signal was sometimes bad whenever he put his signal blocking up, so he wondered if you accidentally caught it.
“I…. I think I’m in love with you…and…honestly…I’m a little terrified,” you quietly confessed.
Or it felt like it stopped. It must have and granted him to the paradise he so desired. Those beautiful words from your lips couldn’t be for him…could it?
“Ray?” came your voice in his ear, a little panicked which made him realize that he was hyperventilating. Oh god. He was having an attack from your sweet words. He needed to calm himself. He didn’t wish for you to worry about his pathetic being. You should only smile.
“I-I’m fine. I-I was just…s-surprised by your words. N-No one has loved me…” he murmured his true thoughts. His Savior was the closest person to loving him, but the way you said the word made it seem like his Savior’s love was…different than what you felt for him. Their love was…. cold, painful, but safe…while yours was warm, comfortable, but foreign…. Terrifying. Yes, terrifying was the word you had used.
“Ah! I-I didn’t mean no one. My Savior gives me love. I should be grateful for that! B-But it’s getting late and I must get back to work! Have a good night and sleep well.”
“Ray wait a-” Your melodic voice was cut off by him forcing his thumb to press the end call button. He hated hanging up on you, but he needed to do that. His true thoughts were unraveling, and he didn’t wish for you to see him so weak…so pathetic. He promised to apologize tomorrow and perhaps bring a new flower for you. One to perhaps show how sorry he was.
But for now, he needed his medicine. The thoughts were coming, and he needed them gone. He needed to remember his place. He needed to know that he couldn’t be loved…especially by you…the person as warm as the sun. For if he ever touched you…
Alright. So here’s me off my long butt writer’s hiatus. With a piece. Idk if it’s good. But...eh. I hope whomever requested it enjoys the feels train.
I’m opening asks on either here or @alice-707 my sfw blog. Just give me a Mystic Messenger character and either a scenario or just ask a question. I’m open to ALL characters, including least liked.