🍓: I'm not a writer and english is not my mother tongue. Writing tips are welcome though. Not proofread
"I've found my soulmate" He anounces with a gentle smile and you can't help but feel like he is mocking you. Right, he's happy. Why wouldn't he be.
You knew it'll happen sooner or later and yet; you take a shaky breath. You did this to yourself. He isn't the one to blame for your sad predicament
His smile falters, his eyebrows raising in surpise.
"And you didn't tell me? Why?" He doesn't look so dazed anymore. He looks confused and almost as if... hurt.
Which makes you feel a little better for ruining his mood. You think you are a bad person. Can't you just be happy for him?
... Can't he just be upset for you?
Show some empathy, damn it.
" I didn't know how. It's not as if... Let's say it was your destiny to find out on your own."
I don't owe you an answer.
Or maybe you do. You're not sure. You weren't prepared. Despite knowing this from the start you still weren't. Maybe if you had a little more time, at least one more day, you would be ready. It's a lie.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. The happy dazed expression is gone from his face. Finally.
"I understand you had your reasons,"
Do you now? Do you really?
You want to get out. This conversation feels like it has been going on for 17 business days. It's awkward. It's sad. It's infuriating. It's... just please let's get this over with.
"It's late. I'm going to bed"
You don't look at his face. You can still his eyes on you though.
You sleep in the guest room that night. The room is chilly and quiet. Weird.
You don't sleep much. Instead you pack your things.
You feel like you risking your life opening the door to the master bedroom, but Sylus isn't there. Still, you don't waste your time. You grab what you deem necessery and slip out of the room. Then out of the mansion. You don't look back. You can't.
He decided to give you time, but his patience ran out pretty quickly. Just one peek. Just to make sure you're okay.
He was pretty sure you went into that guestroom. He checked another one. He checked all of them. He tasked Luke and Kieran with searching every room , every crook and cranny.
He already knew you weren't in the mansion.
What is that? Do you want him to go get you? Do you want to play a game?
No, it's not that. It's just that for some reason you're taking the news not how he expected you to. You need time and space. To process your emotions. He's going to respect that. He's still going to make sure you're safe though.
Mephisto searches for a week. Sylus stays patient. He appreas patient.
Turns out you didn't even bother to hide. He wasted time searching more secluded areas.
He finds you just going about your day. He doesn't expect you to look so drained. You have dark circles under you eyes, your complection changed. He feels lost, among other things.
Why? Do you hate him? Does this... Disgust you? Scare you? If so, why did you stay with him?
Everything was going great between you two.
He starts to doubt himself and your relationship. Should he reach out or should he erase himself from your life? Is it really such a burden for you? Is it unbearable?
Even if he's going to leave you alone he needs closure first.
For the last week and a couple days he's been overwhelmed with emotions he though he long forgotten how to feel. Fear, doubt, sadness. Anxiety was gnawing at his ribcage.
So he stood before the door to your appartment. A shabby one, he couldn't not notice.
Five knocks. Two slow and three fast. A code.
"What do you want" Your voice is muffled by the closed door.
"About what? It's over. Leave me alone."
Oh. Now that's interesting.
You open the door, looking like a poor stray kitten — messy and tired.
He fights the urge to comfort you, to pull you into a hug and whisper words of reassurance.
You tilt your head. Cute.
"Your escape. You saying it's over. Why? Tell me a reason. After that I'll leave and you'll never hear of me again."
You doubt that. It's hard not to hear about him. His presence, his whole existance is just way too loud.
"You found your soulmate. You don't need me anymore, so I'm... stepping down."
"Just like that? So you're ending things by... Making an escape at night? I didn't take you for a coward."
"I am a coward.And I just didn't have the strenght to talk to you, to look at you."
"What's so scary about being soulmates?"
"Being abandoned by the person you love is scary"
"Then why did you abandon me?"
You finally look at him. He is disheveled and visibly exhausted, looking like he aged a decade in a week. It's heartwrenching sight, really.
"I... I don't understand."
You finally manage to get the words out.
"Why did you abandon me?"
He repeats the question as if it would make it make sense that way.
"I- I didn't!.. I mean I did, but you- you abandoned me first!"
"By finding your soulmate! I know you will leave me for them eventually so why waste time, staying with me?!"
There is a pause, silence charged with emotions while the two of you just look at each other. You - with accusation, panting from getting worked up and he - with confusion, holding his breath from shock.
And then - then he has the audacity to break into a laughter.
He holds his stomach, bending over, shaking. He only stops as he sees your hurt expression, your lower lip trembling as you frown.
In a blink of an eye he pulls you into his arms. He cooes soft nothings as he strokes your hair.
"Kitten... Sweetie, I'm not leaving you. You are my soulmate"
