He knows he likes to make you scared, just to see
How much you care
He was never going anywhere
And he knows you play the same games too,
But you keep losing
He was too good
He was way too good
JJK x reader
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It was better to let go of that twisted fantasy, divine tragedy....
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Why is she here? The first thought that came to your mind. Even though it was lame thinking like this, a convenience store, what would anyone do here.
Breathing deeply, you watch her standing figure near the billing counter. The heavy patting of rainwater was still audible, enough for you to know exactly that it would be a fool for anyone to walk out in this freezing weather. Atleast for lookers.
But who cared? Who even thinks about those filthy people-who don't even know how to keep their stinking ass to themselves rather than sticking it into others businesses, like for god's sake, you've been fed up.
Who's gonna tell them, that it feels shit, when someone watches you, and keeps watching you, that at last their gaze dig a hole in your body, but again who cares anyways, it was none of your concern afterall, even though you were feeling the exact same thing right at the moment. One of the staffs here, was drooling over you; judging by the secretive glances he was throwing your way, trying his best to not look desperate or caught by you, but gosh, he was too bad at it.
Already, you have sent him one or two dark glares, warning him to quit it whatever he was doing, but guess he didn't seem to understand your gestures, cause that punk seemed unbothered. You sigh. What to do about it now, It wouldn't be so good in front of the whole world if some massacre occurs here, specially not in front of that witch, Hana who still was waiting in front of the cashier.
So you take a step back, maybe waiting for some minutes in the washroom wouldn't be that bad.
Your feet drag you there.
And indeed it was a calmer place, than the outside world.
A breeze passed, almost freezing you. your all soaked black shirt, slightly sticking to your skin, making it almost transparent wasn't helping either. You look yourself in the front mirror of the wash basins. Those red muffy eyes, dull and tired drastically, watch you back through the chocolate brown irises. lingering at the reflection for a while, you observe your features, closely. the half damp-dry hair, looking all messed, falling upon your shoulders and back, made you almost look wasted. Your hand goes upward, combing them a little as your lips leave a hot breathe.
Those lavenders were still there, clutched securely in your palm, they would have been at their place by now, on her grave, were they really belonged. But this rain just ruined it―
alame excuse.
Closing your eyes, you sigh, again. Were you diverting your mind?
