We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Movement

WARNING: Just a small warning, there are mentions of suicide in the italics.

I'm going into (y/n)'s past now so if you don't want to read it, skip past the italics and I'll put a short summary at the end of the chapter so you'll be aware of what's going on ^_^

Rather awkwardly there is also a bit of smut in this chapter, nothing that requires clothes to be removed but it's fairly intense so here's your warning ^_^

'You entwined your hand with his and squeezed once more before your body relaxed into him, giving into the unrelenting aching and resigning your mind, allowing it so steadily drift away.

'I miss you...''

You looked down the empty halls of your home. It was so silent you could hear the taps of your footsteps echoing off the walls.

"(y/n)..."

The voice was faint but you felt it tug at your heartstrings. You began walking down the abandoned corridors, navigating your way through the various halls.

"(y/n)...I'm..."

The voice was becoming clearer. It was still muffled but you began to be able to make out words.

"...I'm sorry...(y/n)..."

You heard the dragging of something, like a door being closed and you hurried down the passageway.

You noticed the ceiling seemed much further up than before and you looked down at your hands and feet.

They'd shrunk.

You had shrunk.

You were probably no bigger than a six year old child. You continued to hurry down the long hallway, it seemed to stretch on and on. In the distance you could see a brown door with the paint peeling off, revealing grey wood underneath.

Your small feet slowed down and you felt apprehensive. You turned around after feeling eyes on your back.

You were met with a dead end. The cold grey wall was a few centimetres behind you, as if nothing existed past it. You turned back to face the corridor only it was a mere few metres ahead of you. The grey wood looming far above your small body.

"(y/n)...(y/n)...I'm so sorry...I love you...I love you so much..."

You heard the choked sobs floating out from behind the door.

'Dad?'

"Dad...?" You called out and cautiously approached the decaying door.

"(y/n)...forgive me for leaving you...I love you so much..." the sobs continued on, clearer but muffled.

"Dad! Dad!" You ran up to the door and reached for the handle. You couldn't reach. You stood on your tippy toes and tried to reach the door.

You jumped and your fingertips scrapped the metal of the handle.

So close.

"...I'll miss you..."

You jumped again, this time your tiny hands wrapped around the handle, pulling it down and you fell to the floor.

You heard the door click and you watched the door swing open.