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

Doppio with tea and biscuits on the side

So the last chapter barely had (y/n) in it so this chapter is what's going on from your P. O. V. enjoy! ^_^

Small notice I'm feeling ill so the chapters will be delayed, also I haven't proofread this yet as I've had a headache all morning ^_^

'He laughed quietly at the cruel nature of whatever was causing these things to happen. If there was a god, he decided, it didn't favour him. This idea cemented in his mind as he felt sharp needles of pain begin to twist their way back into his wound which was secreting a dark brown liquid, oozing slowly and thinly down his front.

"I suppose it makes sense...she's out of range..."'

Your P. O. V.

You continued down the stairs, not looking back.

'What the fuck? Itching...it's still itch- FUCKING STOP.'

You continuously scratched at your arms, long indentations pouring down your skin. You could see where some of the small layers of skin had caught on your nails and were beginning to peel back, giving way to the soft sensitive skin beneath.

Even then you continued scratching, even when your nails met with damp skin from the moisture that had been brought up to protect the exposed flesh. You continued scratching, even through the warm pain that was spreading over your arms.

Your sides were beginning to itch too and you felt the skin on your neck begin to irritate. You hunched your shoulders up, trying to protect the area from swelling.

You raised your worn finger nails to your neck and began scratching, but your nails were wet with moisture, blunting them.

You sighed and continued down the streets, wandering aimlessly throughout the hot night. The warm air weaving around you and making you dizzy from the stimulation.

Had you had a clear mind you could've seen the empty glass bottle on the floor and kicked it, or stepped around it. Either way you wouldn't have trodden on it, sending you tumbling to the ground. Your leg rolling backwards, getting bend lopsidedly beneath you.

A tiny crack was heard, or maybe it was more of a snap? You hadn't heard what it was or where it came from, you didn't really care.

You wobbled to your feet, your arms concealing the pain of your ankle that was clearly askew. All you could feel was a light pinching feeling from your feet and that was all. You continued to hobble down the alleyways.

If you had been in your right mind at all you would've healed yourself, but your mind was spinning and you could barely see clearly.

"I should head to the Colosseum..." You mumbled to yourself, wandering about.

"Fucking hell..." Your mind was involuntarily searching back through your memories, memories of your 'family'.

"Family, my ass..." Your head was swinging, or was that your eyes?

You saw a few figures giving you looks which you just brushed off. They probably thought your were drunk, not in the middle of a breakdown. You didn't look like it at all, which was usually the case.

No tears, no sound, no ragged breathing.

Lots of thoughts.

Thoughts,

thoughts,

thoughts.

The dizziness was starting to fade but instead your head was pounding, a sign you'd learnt to recognise as your 'mood' changing. You didn't know what else to call it...besides that though you'd given some thought to 'sanity' and 'mentality'. You'd even considered 'morals' a few times.