Not meant to be (Kishou Arima x Ghoul!Reader)

Chapter 1

((HEY GUYSSSSS AUTHOR-SAN HERE~ I would recommend listening to White Silence from the Tokyo ghoul original soundtrack collection while reading this

"A-Arima... I'm sorry for lying to you. I didn't want you to find out like this." 

You couldn't look him in the eye anymore. A cloud of guilt had engulfed you within its presence and you were unable to escape. It was the end for you. 

A ghoul was what you were. You were a worthless failure of a being, facing extermination by the one you loved.

Arima's cold eyes held no emotion, not even the slightest bit of sympathy. His quinque remained at his side, but there was no motion of it being opened. Even so, you prepared yourself to die and squeezed your eyes shut. 

"(Y/N), you know what I'll be doing right?" 

You forced yourself to nod your head, as a few tears managed to drip down the side of your face. The pounding feeling within your heart increased almost instantly when you heard the loud 'click' of a quinque being taken out of its case. There was no use fighting back and unfortunately, there was no use running away. 

He aimed IXA 1/3 beneath your chin and was prepared to stab it straight through. You trembled with fear, until the point you began to weep, silently within those 10 heart-shattering seconds. 

"Goodbye, (Y/N)." 

You readied yourself for the stabbing sensation of which would confirm your demise, but reassured yourself with the idea that you wouldn't have to live as such a vile creature anymore. No one would despise you, no one would try so damn hard to kill you. 

And no one would care about you. 

Despite the painful wait, you didn't feel anything penetrate through your neck and end up sticking out through the nape. Confused, you stared up at his somewhat hesitant form. 

He seemed to be in deep, almost troubled thought and had stopped midway. You were relieved, of course, but you were curious to know what was on his mind and wanted to comfort him on instinct, even if he was about to end you. Yes, that's what you would do. Your last desire was to keep him worry-free and care for him with the remaining, even if it lasted a few seconds, time you had. 

Your hand reached out to him, to stroke his cheek and to your relief, he didn't reject it. With your other, unoccupied hand, you gently pushed IXA 1/3 out of the way and did the same. Tears brimmed the corners of your eyes, it wasn't out of fear anymore, but out of sheer worry. You loved him more than he could ever imagine. 

"Is something wrong... Arima?" 

As usual, he had no response, but there was definitely something on his mind. His face had converted from a blank, emotionless expression to something created by stressing thoughts. 

You continued patiently waiting for even the slightest change in emotion. 

...

...

... 

The silver-haired male threw his Quinque to the side and caught you within a sudden, yet deep embrace. 

"(Y/N), I'm sorry, I can't bring myself to killing y-"

You brought a finger to his lips and smiled. 

"It's alright, I know." 

((Chapter 2 will be posted soon))