warning : mentions of death, suicide, sad shit, and angst, ofc the most natural part; cursing.
a/n : gonna get me some hate but- i just love making diluc suffer in angst for some reason... and agan gender is actually neutral but my fingers kept typing female pronous out of habit, so please do change the gender to your own comfort(?)
summary : As the days gets busier, so does Diluc. Youve appreciate his hardworking manner and understand the work he has. He want to make you happy by giving you anything you want... but cant you have a little of is attention? does he not need you anymore? what if he loses you? will that be better? does he not like you anymore? will it fix it if you part ways in your deathbed with your last to be "i hate you"?
"Just how many times do we have to get over this?!?! I SAID IM BUSY. im busy. what you want proof? look at my desk, its full of paper. And of course you know the conditions of the sudden dying people, injured, hurt because of some organization. Im protecting the land, and that includes you. Do you have any complaints? i will not accept those either way." he says as he walks out of the door, towards the his car. And for you, you stand there with tears in your eyes, you just wanted a hug anyways.
Its been like this since a few weeks ago. People goes missing for a few days, coming back not remembering anything. Injured people reporting that theyve witnessed a dangerous organization. And people dead with the clues of some mysterious organization that the security forces cant even figure out. And due to those cases, Diluc joins the investigation with the forces, while still keeping up on work as a CEO of his fathers company. He walks home each night to receive a hug, that was at first, yes you do hug him still. But, As a withering flower loses its beauty, so does you relationship loses its love as time walks by. fewer interactions become none, and none became arguments.
The lack of comunication is the main issue, a thin yet hard paper to rip.
As Diluc continues his research on the accidents, You try your best not to feel the pain in your chest, that lonely pain as you sleep alone once again. But these days you felt as if something or someone was watching, a murderers gaze waiting its time to strike. Youve tried to inform Diluc of this incident, but get cut out with 'later' 'gtg' 'just your imaginations'
"I told you before. this is embarassing that you cant help but make excuses, and more excuses until youve nothing left but try to guilt trip me and the people around y/n. Ive said to you again and again, you know im busy for the sake of both of us-"
"OKAY BUT THEN WHAT IF THE ONLY THING THAT I WANT IS YOUR FCKIN ATTENTION???"
youve done it, raised your voice at him in the most terrible moment. but you did not regret.
you see his pissed off face, the face full of irritation. as he raised his voice.
"do you really think that im supposed to believe someone who started this argument by saying shes being stalked by a possible murderer, and then the next debate, she says that she just wanted my attention?!?!!? guess what? you have all of my attention now. Now speak. continue your lie-"
"I SAID ITS NO LIE! IM SERIOUS! I- i could feel it even at this moment...!" you cut him off again and you werent even lying.
"ah... so you think your a special person, the female lead of a story, the person that could predict the future, to feel some weird aura, the one that gets killed just because of that feeling and at the end gets a kiss from the prince as she wakes up from her death bed? dont expect any of that bullshit from me. By how terribly bad your attitude is these days, i dont even know if i still need you. im leaving, and ill probably leave until tommorow. now go to bed before i actually kick you out of my appartment." he says as he walks away, again to the vast dark night.
tears running down your face, as you feel the aura of murder bigger than before. You shake in fear as the appartment is filled with silence. Your alone.
"I get it Charles, ive said some wrong stuff to y/n so i should say sorry before its too late. but you know how busy we are right? ill do that tonight"
"hey you should really visit her now, no one knows when late is"
"were busy. get back to work"
the next day, another busy day in his office. And Charles, his assitant, giving diluc some relationship advices that gets a direct negative response.
Charles of course kept trying to persuade Diluc to no end.
they were typing no end, that was until Miss Jean came in and called for Dilucs time, signing that its about the incident.
Diluc gets to the balcony, a more reserved area.
"you see, were at a dead end. they always end up attacking someone, killing someone, and when we tried to dig into the connections of the victim, their family or people their close with always ends up dead by suicide the next day. "
"but knowing your the one that has been figuring out most of the tracks, and encountering most of their moves in real time, you should also be careful."
and there their disscussion ends.
Works as painful as usual, a meeting was held to discuss the strategies, and outcomes of the organization. But the only thing that was revealed is that the forces decides to stick to the guess that the organization has been targeting people with a relation to the national forces. After theyre targeted, the person that will be a victim is the targets family, bestfriend, or lover. And at the end, they will have the outcome of eliminating a member of the force without many difficulties.
To Diluc, just like how it sounds, it sounds ridiculous. If the organization really does that, he bets that theyre already caught by now. That guess is just like a fantasy novel.
As he gives no shit on the disscussion about that strategy, he only pays attention to the stuff about victims since he himself guessed that the organizations victims has some sort of relationship with the organization. He does not believe that someone could die just because of someone else dying first.
but why does he feels like hes already dying now?
ring* his phone shows that y/n is calling
"tch, excuse me for a while, someones calling."
he stands up from his seat and went put of the room with soundproof walls and a glass door.
"you know very well that im in-"
"please... im sorry- hic- im sorry- please come home.... i-"
"tf do you mean?? your saying im supposed to go home while an important meeting is going on?? this could risk lives-"
"w-why are you like this..? please come home? right now PLEASE ITS REALLY IMPORTANT" your cries over the phone as you wail to him.
"this is getting annoying, i said this is more important-"
"it hurts.... it hurts too much... there too much blood, i cant... breathe" you say with the last energy you have.
Diluc freezes as a wave of anxiety washes over him.
"y-y/n where are you? whos there other than you? im heading there- just- your doing good- continue talking- anything- how was your day? what did you cook today-" Diluc says in a panic as he starts taking fast steps to his car, too scared to forget your voice.
"I- lets go to that cafe you said you wanted to go to-"
"why?" you cut him off with a lifeless voice
"y/n how was your day? did you go somewhere? meet with friends maybe-"
"tch" you click your tongue
"y/n....?" he says with fear of whats gonna come up.
"why are you always like this?" "i-" "you always do this" "please-" "you always say everyones wrong and when your wrong you could only say sorry and act like nothing happened" "thats not-" "thats not true? sure hah..." "y/n im right infront- wait for awhile- youll be just fine." he parks his car with his phone still on speaker, as he pays attention to every noise and painful words coming from your side.
"hey remember i love you so-" he tries to say how much he loves you, he tries to say how much he loves you, but your reply cuts him off and the ring of a call ending following your words as he turns off his car and runs to the door.
wouldve it been different if he trusted you? would it be better f he didnt walk out that night? would it be better if he went home and made up to you just like what charles said?
"t-this is too painful of a punishment... y/n"
he kneels down next to your body, his suit pants getting stained with your blood that was flooding the floor. His whole body shaking like a cat drenched in rain. His hand reaching for yours, bringing your crushed hands that mustve been stepped on to his face, kissing it gently and bringing it back down, putting it on your chest.
"im sorry... please dont hate me..."
and ambulance sirens fill in the silence.
