Summary: Between finding Morpheus’ staff and dealing with a phsycopathic corinthian on the loose. Morpheus had neglected you, he promised you time with him after all of this is over but when it was indeed over, he had left you alone to deal with another unavoidable circumstance. Your curiousity had taken you to follow him. But what you saw was something you could never forgive him for.
Warnings: Minor Swearing, angst caution: a high chance of your heart being ripped out coz mine definetely did
Lil note: Ya’ll are so sweet. Honestly I read your comments and they were so motivating and encouraging. I thank all of you who read my work with my biggest heart. Despite you liking it or not, I still thank you giving my writing a chance. Just another waring that i have not edited either of the parts in Affliction series so do forgive me for the forthcoming grammar mistakes.
Finally, This is the end of the Affliction series.
Do you know that terrible gnawing feeling that just keeps pulling you into this terrible void? You can’t really explain this feeling and the most frustrating part of it is you can’t tell this to anyone. Even if you do choose to tell this awful feeling to someone, you really can’t explain it. It’s not regret nor guilt, not anger or sadness. It’s like feeling everything all at once. It’s something like love. Love is well... It makes you feel so much for someone in such little time. Wether your mad, sad, angry, happy. All these feelings fall under one emotion. Love. I mean really you can’t even call it a emotion. It’s just love. You went crazy for love. You went into depression for love. Everything was for love. Like many other victims of this love, You were one of them and you were quite convinced that even if you were done with love, Love was never done with you and right now was the a very perfect example of this.
You were running again. You were tired of running away from absolutely everything but it was more like running had more control over you that you had over running. You didn’t know what you were running from. You just knew to not turn back. To never turn back. Because every time you did turn back. Every time you chose to give someone a second chance. Every time you chose to put you trust in someone again. The worst of everything was always bound to happen to you. A single glance behind would ruin everything. You knew yet you couldn’t help but turn back. Betraying your own words you turned back.
You were pulled into a never ending cycle of terrifying memories. It was like a hundred of things that you feared happened right in front of you and you could do nothing. Absolutely nothing but watch. From Morpheus betraying you to your abusive ex-lover to you being captured by mortals to your first kill to your mother’s death to a hundred decisions you had regretted making. Every memory, every moment, every regret, every negative emotion you had ever faced was swirling right in front of your eyes and you could do nothing. Nothing. You screamed like you had never before. You just wanted to run all over again. All of this made you realize why you liked to flee any situation that overwhelmed you. It was better to run than break every fragment of your soul leaving you to fix yourself. It was better to pretend like nothing happened than keep breaking yourself and healing yourself just to be broken all over again. Just as you were about to be pulled into this dark void, you woke up.
You blinked your eyes to clear you vision. You saw a ceiling with a boring grey colour painted into the walls. Wait. A ceiling? Weren’t you at a night club? You abruptly sat only for your head to feel like a 100 bricks had just hit your head.
“Fuck” You mumbled as you tried squishing your head between your arms to ease that pain.
You shuddered as you felt something pass by. That’s when you realized you were at someone’s home. You saw pictures of a happy family stuck on the wall, it included of a pregnant woman, a young woman with curly hair, dark complexion and a boy who looked quite similar to the girl. The girl seemed quite familiar but you couldn’t place who she was. As your eyes moved around the room-
Oh shit. You had a nightmare. Nightmare meant Morpheus which meant he knew where you were. Which meant he was probably the one who brought here since you quite literally fell asleep in a place filled with hoards of strangers. You could’ve been captured by mortals all over again and you wouldn’t have been able to nothing again. You sighed, you had to get out of here before Morpheus confronted or confessed to you about anything. You’d rather not have this conversation with him right now when you felt like your head is stuck in between two very aggressive dogs. Besides there really wasn’t anything to talk about, what you saw explained everything you needed to know. You shouldn’t blame yourself for any of this. This was not your fault. Was it? You didn’t want to wallow yourself into self doubt, you knew this was not your fault. It. was. not. you. fault.
‘‘Hey! Hope you’re feeling better. Trust me waking up drunk is worse than waking up after being drunk. You’re one of the lucky ones. I brought you some water.” A cheery voice interrupted your thoughts and sat beside you on the bed, giving you the glass of water.
You mumbled a quiet thank you and took a sip. You realized how thirsty you were and frantically drank the entire glass. You observed the girl, she looked like the same girl in the family picture and still you couldn’t place who she was. She noticed your confusion and chuckled quietly.
“Sorry for my manners. I’m Rose.” That rang a bell. She was Rose as in Rose Walker, the dream vortex. What were you doing at her house? Was it not Morpheus that found you. You couldn’t help but be disappointed but thankful that you didn’t have face him yet.
“Your Rose Walker. The dream vortex.” You voiced out your thoughts to her.
“Yeah. Was the dream vortex.” Sadness clouded in her eyes. You realized you probably touched a sensitive matter as her grandmother gave up her life for her and bringing her up at your first conversation was probably not the best idea. You quickly changed the topic.
“Umm.. Forgive my rudeness but how exactly did I get here?” You wanted to know if Morpheus was the one who really brought you here because if he did then chances of you getting out of here without him noticing were pretty slim. If he did not bring you here then you would probably be relieved yet be upset about how easy it was for him to just discard you from his life.
“Oh, don’t be silly, you were not rude at all and as for who brought you here it was drea-” Before she could complete her sentence, the door to you room opened and your eyes met with most beautiful blue eyes you had always adored.
This was the first time you had seen him properly. Despite living together, you barely had a chance to look at since he was all over the place. You observed his disheveled appearance, his hair was unruly was ever and his ever same black coat and jeans. You would be lying if your didn’t miss him but your anger outweighed your care for him. You looked away from him, you emotions getting better of you. You couldn't get weak. Especially not now.
Rose noticing the tension in the room, quietly excused herself and left the room and closed the door. The echo of closing door was the only sound present in the room. The silence and tension worsened everything so much more. You felt a pair of eyes intensely gazing you but you didn’t look at him, no matter how tempting it was. Your nightmare already taught you how dangerous it was to look back.
“Y/n.” his deep voice echoed. You shuddered at the intensity his voice held. Oh, how you missed him, his playful gaze, his mocking remarks, his quiet affections. This was much harder that you anticipated it to be. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath and that was probably the worst mistake you have ever made. His warming scent was flowing all over you. You turned back to face him and you realized how close he was to you. Both literally and figuratively. You looked at his dreamy, starry blue orbs which stared at you concernedly, his expressionless face slowly showed how distraught he truly was. Fuck, you missed him. He raised his hand to cup your face but you stepped back.
“Don’t.” You wanted to sound strong but you voice couldn’t help but betray you and faltered lightly. He was your Morpheus but he was also the same Morpheus who had left you to be with calliope, his ex-wife. You didn’t know what happened but something snapped inside you. You felt the enormous rage and anger swirl in you. You glared at with every ounce of you at him. You eyes teared as the image of him and calliope appeared in you mind and yet your glare didn’t falter. His eyes widened slightly to reflect his shock and that had pleased you. You ignored his presence and walked ahead of him to get your coat.
“Y/n I wish to speak with you.” You freeze midway walking. Your anger heightened even more. So now he had wished to you. He didn’t wish to speak to you when he was busy cozying up to calliope and leaving you all alone.
You laughed painfully ”Oh so now you wish to speak to me? Last I saw you, You were quite happy without me.” You replied back to him with every ounce of anger you had for him and added emphasis on wish to mock him. He looked at you painfully, his eyes conveying the hurt he could not speak. That mere look melted you, you wanted to forgive him. You really did but you couldn’t. You are not a doll. You are a woman. A person who had emotions. Emotions no one had the right to play with.
“Y/n I know why you have been upset and you mus-”
“Oh now you know why I have been upset now do you? You weren’t bothered about me when you were cozying up to calliope and quite happy might I add.” You cut him off fiercely. He had no right to reason with you right now. He had done enough.
“Calliope was captured. Just as you were and I helped her.” He replied with pain in his voice but that could’ve just been you imagination.
“So you just left? Not a word or even a note about your disappearance even Lucienne didn’t know you were gone. I was worried about you. Would it have hurt you to just let me know but that’s not even half the reason why I am upset. You were busy and distant when you returned and I understood that you needed time but just because I gave you that does not mean you can discard me like I was nothing. i trusted you to give your time to me when you promised me come to me. To our home.” You voice completely broke and your tears were freely coming down as you finally told him how felt. You didn’t know if they were tears of relief that everything bottled up everything finally came out or if they were tears of sadness that he could not understand you, that he had broken your trust and faith in him.
“Was I really that bad to you, dream? Was I not good enough?” You whispered so brokenly that even you couldn’t understand yourself but unfortunately he could.
“No. No. You are the best gift I have ever been offered. You are my future. My present. You are much more than just being enough for me. You are so much more. I had never lived until I met you Y/N. Please Forgive me for hurting you.” He whispered back to me painfully, the corner of his eyes teared up as he pulled me in his embrace. He buried his face in my neck and I could feel his tears. I cried onto his chest, embracing him one last time, breathing him one last time, feeling him one last time.
You don’t know how long we stayed in each other’s embrace. You had stayed in his embrace telling yourself just one more minute with him. You had lost count of many time you convinced yourself to be with him just one more moment. But now you knew it was time. Time to let him go. You would forgive him one day. Just not now. Now you needed to heal. You let him go and looked at his teary eyes. You cupped his face and whispered.
“I will forgive you one day dream. One day we will meet and everything will be alright.” You voice broke as you uttered those words. Words that meant you wouldn’t see him. You were doing this for both of you. He needed time from his past and you needed time from this.
You leaned near him as your lips lingered near his cheek, kissing him just one last time. You closed your eyes feeling him against you one last time.
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