Come Back Home To Me 7DS X Reader

Chapter 11: Melodies Of A Shattered Heart

Ban's POV:

Nothing makes sense to me anymore. What is the point of me having this immortal life, if I can't live it with the people I loved? I think to myself as I sit sulking on the window bench in what used to be mine and Y/N's room. I'm staring at the dark grey clouds in the angry sky, as rain pounds against the window, focusing nothingness, as if the world is also feeling the whole in its heart, that Y/N left behind, when he took her from us.

My girlfriend and my best friend are both gone and there is literally nothing that I can do about it. Elizabeth keeps saying that Meliodas is going to wake up any day now, and that he isn't actually dead. She has all this hope, and I don't understand how or where it came from. She helplessly watched the man she loves be murdered by his own two brothers, and she still is convinced he will wake return in this life to her. "Ban, just try to be hopeful. She will come home! They both will!" If that's true then why am I still so miserable?

Maybe a part of it is the fact that I now knew that there was a history between Meliodas, and (Y/N). They were engaged, and I know how perverted he is, so I can't do anything but put two and two together. I wasn't upset that she had slept with another man or that the possibility of that other man being my best friend.

I always knew I wasn't her first time, she had been with that dweep Arthur for two years, and we had always been honest with each other. I was mad that my best friend had watched her struggle with not knowing what had happened in her past, and did nothing to alleviate that pain. I was mad that there was a possibility all this never happening if he had just let her have her memories. Maybe then he would still be alive, and she would still be with me instead of his murderous brother.

I have maybe slept a total of four hours within the two weeks she's been gone. I wouldn't even call the deep dark purple marks under my eyes bags anymore, their size resembles something much larger, like a suitcase. Whenever I try to close my eyes and get some sleep, all I can see are her emerald eyes and pure white smile, staring back at me.

Seeing her image and knowing I can't see her, or be with her, is excruciating pain. But then again, being awake is no better. I'm constantly being cornered by reminders of her, that she loved another man more than me. The ghosts of her are everywhere.

I wish I could feel numb, but all I feel is a repeated agonizing pain in my heart, as it shatters over and over again. I never believed in "soul mates," or "twin flames" before her, but after meeting (Y/N), I had completely changed my mind set on that. She is the other half of my heart,  and being without her knowing she's with him, is truly the worst tourtor I have ever endured.  As miserable as I feel though, her happiness is what I want. Even if that means her not being with me.

I drag my stiff, barley working legs to move me away from the window bench, and collapse face first on the mess of crumpled, tear stained sheets, of what was a bed. I roll over onto my back, squeezing my eyes as tightly shut as possible, trying to feel anything other than the repeated feeling of my heart being ripped in two over and over again. Trying to think of anything other than (Y/N), and the emptiness I felt now that she wasn't here, but alas that was impossible.

I tried to think of the last time I had a real meal, but that thought just led me back to all of the mornings (Y/N) and I was eating waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries. It was no use, everything I thought of always brought my mind back to her. As much as I hated the pain this caused I could never let myself forget her, or how she made me feel when I was with her.

Hot salty tears streamed down my face, as I was laying on what used to be our bed. I rolled back onto my stomach, and stuffed my face into the pillow she used to sleep on. Deeply I took a long breath in, trying to inhale what little scent of her still lingered on it. Campfire, and a hint vanilla, how those two scents worked so well together I'll never know, but on her it did.