Tethered to You (Alastor X OC)

Ch 16

Ariels POV

I felt my heart shatter.

"Take care of yourself..."

No...how can I do that...no please don't leave...

Those red eyes faded away, and my hands fell, causing me to catch myself.

My body shook, and I couldn't move.

I grit my teeth and and bit back a sob. My shoulders felt heavy.

My body felt heavy.

When he burned that paper, it felt as if he burned my heart along with it. Right there in the palm of his hand, he held me.

My soul.

My heart.

And he burned it to ash. My entire body ached, and I felt angry.

"You son of a bitch!" I screamed, tears overflowing, "you dirty, rotten son of a bitch!" I slammed my fist into the couch.

It is I who needs to be better...

I sucked in a quick breath and curled up, hugging my arms.

And so the demon returned my soul...and stole my heart.

Down to hell, that's where it beats. No matter his intentions, that's where I'll go.

I was conflicted. He wanted me to go to Heaven...he wants that for me...

But he doesn't understand that I love him.

The kiss he left me with burned my lips. It felt like acid, bittersweet.

And every wall I'd ever built was left in piles of rubble, scattered around me.

It's time to put them back up.

**

Months passed. Day after day, I sat in my living room, staring at the old music box.

I wound it time and time again.

The song was drilled into my head. The only thing left in my life convincing me he was real. That he wasn't just some fucked up hallucination.

He was real, he was here...

My fingers brushed over the leather, and a lump formed in my throat.

I promised him...I'd take care of his music box.

I wonder if him leaving was his way of taking care of mine...

Even though it's in vain. When I die I'm going to hell.

I don't care what I have to do to get there. I will see him again, and I will smack him in the fucking mouth for what he did.

How he didn't even let me express why it was a stupid fucking idea.

I put the wine bottle in my hand to my lips.

It was nearly empty, and the room was blurry.

Focus, defocus.

I looked at the bottle, and stood up.

My body swayed, and I dropped the nearly empty bottle.

I need a shower.

**

Each day passed and disappeared. I couldn't even tell you what I did an hour ago.

I haven't showered in a week, and I've been wearing the same clothes for even longer.