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We all have skeletons.
We all have demons.
We're all monsters.
It's all just a matter of how we bury those skeletons, exercise those demons, and defeat those monsters that makes us different than others.

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        I wasn't as oblivious as people might assume me to be. My ignorance is a way to hide away the hurt I've felt when I saw her admire the emerald-eyed adventurer. When I saw her smile more into his affections. When I saw the passionate glint in her eyes and how animated she became just at the mere thought of him. I smiled through the pain of watching her fall in love with him, refused to acknowledge the cancerous damage in my heart to hear such high praise about him escape her lips.

        I've witnessed him steal her away from me. Watched from the sidelines as he captured the lips I'd always wanted to claim as mine. I've heard the little whispers they'd speak to each other, the little affectionate snuggling and the flirtatious innuendoes. So when Jake blew his chance with [Name] I was there for her.

        I was the one to wipe away her tears.
        I was the one to force feed her.
        I was the one to hold her together.
        I was the one to make sure she never did anything unrational to herself.
        I was the one to help her get back to where she was when she couldn't do it anymore.

        So when I came home to find the place eeriely quiet after work, everything in their rightful place and the atmosphere was still, I went to her room first. When she wasn't there I checked the bathroom down the hall and she was void of that space as well. When I found her dressed in my clothes and smelled my scent on her I kind of just lost it.

        I took her into my arms and relished in the fact her lips were scorching against my own. That her fingers were tangled in my hair and her legs wrapped around my waist. She was addicting, she was my overdose and the infection that spread inside of my veins. She was the reason why my heartbeat was erratic and unstable, and she would be the reason why I would self-destruct. [Name], someone who was a complete stranger at an airport a few years ago, would become my undoing and the reason I'd sacrifice everything to keep her alive. To keep her smiling; to keep her unburdened with the pain of life.

        And here we were, two hearts that were never meant to intertwine. But we sure tangled up our strings really good for our fate to end up like this, with your life the verge of death and I to make sure you'd survive at any expense. Including myself.

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