I Don’t Love You {D:BH Connor}
Just a little quick idea I just had to write down.
You reached the roof. The cold air nipped at your skin as you clutched your coat closer to your body. Your eyes fell upon him. He stood elegantly as ever, sniper on his shoulder, soulless eyes meeting yours. He looked at you for only a moment before he turned back toward his objective.
.:::Kill deviant leader Markus:::.
Your heart ached. All those times you spent with him. Helping Hank when he was drunk. Investigating deviants. Small chats and soft smiles. Every single “hello” or joke that he would awkwardly tell. Every single gentle touch that you gave him meant nothing to him at all.
But it meant the world to you.
“Stop Connor.” Your voice rang surprisingly loud. He looked over his shoulder sparing you a glance before looking at his target once more.
“Hello Detective (Y/N).”
You remained silent. Honestly you didn’t think you’d get this far.
“What’s wrong detective?” He asked in an almost mocking tone. “Cat got your tongue?”
You took a few more cautious steps toward, his back turned to you. You knew he was aware that you were drawing closer. You stopped an arms length away. You touch him, make him see that there was so much more to his life than his mission. You reached out to touch his back but his voice stopped you.
“You shouldn’t interfere Detective. I know what you’re thinking. You want me to deviate. To become ‘human’. But you should just stop now and quit wasting your time.”
You mouth felt so dry. You felt as though you were drowning.
“I can’t do that.”
“And why’s that Detective?”
“Because I--”
“Because you love me?” He interrupted. He placed the sniper down and stood up to his full height. He gazed at you, his eye piercing your soul. His LED shown a calm and steady blue.
He grabbed you by the collar of your coat and held you off the edge of the roof. A scream escaped your lips as you screeched in horror. You didn’t want to die. You cried out pathetically unable to contain it. Hopefully somewhere deep down your cries would reach Connor. But he only stared blankly at you.
His LED had become yellow.
He needed to complete his mission. He could not under any circumstances deviate. He had to complete his mission. He had to make Amanda proud. He did care about you, even if only a little. But at the end of the day, his mission mattered more. He pulled you close to him leaning his lips close to your ear.
.:This is wrong:. something inside would scream. He pushed it aside as his LED became red.
.:::But the mission matters more:::.
His lips parted as he said his last words to you.
“I don’t love you.”
He then let you go and watched as you plummeted to the pavement below.
Picking up his sniper, his LED went back to a calm blue.