Dancing With You| Obey Me! x reader (Oneshots)

💐Belphegor❤(Marigold)💐

~Pain, Grief, Despair~
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(Belphegors Pov)

My eyes shoot open quickly, holding the cloth resting on my chest, clutching it between my shaking grasp. A burning feeling was in my chest and was soon forming in my lungs as I struggled to catch the very breath I needed. I had moved my hand to spot next to me in the bed noticing it was cold, something I hadn’t been used to in the past years of his life. Used to a body next to his someone to share warmth with. 

It had been a week since the incident, Pain flooded through my body and I felt tears freely pour from my eyes, almost like waterfalls. Crying again like I had done almost every time I had thought about you,  Every night when I closed my eyes I would dream of false scenarios in hopes to come up with a reason why you were now gone. Why did it have to be you, what had been the reason you had wanted to take your own life. 

It was the morning, the sun had just barely shone, little rays of sun had hit the side of the side of the bed you had once claimed. My hands ran though my hair pulling my hands in front of me, a gold ring was on my finger, something I haven’t ever wanted to take off. You had always seemed happy to me, I never once thought that you would be lying about your true feelings. 

Today marks the day their funeral would be held, it was an event I didn’t want to attend, yet at the same time I wanted to see them one last time. Before they were just a memory in my mind, and before they were just in every photo. Their haunting smile was one that would be in my mind along with every piece of them. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed was a black buttoned up shirt along with a black pair of dress pants. In my life I had often watched funerals and never really understood why everyone had to wear dark colors. Confusion had struck me every single time.I knew how sad funerals could be yet I could never bring myself to cry during any of them. The countless number of funerals I had gone to and the many more I was to attend in my future, I knew this would be the saddest one I would ever go to. And now I had finally understood what the dark colors meant. 

Time seemed to rush by and before I knew it I was standing in the rain. Dressed in black standing next to my brothers. Tears had been running down each of our faces as we knew we would never get them back. Knowing that this would be the last time we would ever see them before they were buried under the ground along with countless others. 

Gravestones covered in rain and flowers many were decorated with were wilted or fresh but ended up being pressed down by the weight of the rain. I held a lonely marigold between my fingers. I had gotten a few glances from the others who were attending. Because Marigolds were thought to represent happiness due to its bright and bold colors yet few knew that the marigolds represent pain and grief. 

It soon passed the time when everyone had the chance to speak, some had pulled a few letters from their soaked pockets. Each time someone spoke it only seemed to cause more heart break. The rain seemed to get even heavier, I found myself standing over the open coffin they were laying in. my mind became blank but not for long as I remembered everything. 

Their smile, their laugh, their everything, everything about them coming back to me. I soon fall apart as everything crashes into me once again. I try to hold back the tears but they only seem to fall quickly blending into the rain as it falls, I hadn’t wanted to seem so weak in front of the others yet the pain in my heart prevented me from stopping myself from crying.  I had given in to the emotions. Even the flowers seemed dull as their once bright and bold colors faded. The flowers' beauty could never compare to theirs, because in the end, they had been the most beautiful thing in my life. 

For the last time this would be the last time I would look at them, and even after their death. I still found them beautiful…