𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Chrollo/Reader "Glass on a High Shelf"

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Author: Kites-Friend (VivaAlisa) (on ao3)

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"So... what are we now?" I asked quietly. My voice calmed and collected after hours of fighting.

It had all started because Chrollo promised one last mission. Every single time he left, there was only one more mission. He'd come back hurt and promise that he was done. His eyes would plead desperate whispers for me to believe him. Not anymore. Anything that falls from his lips is false.

"Darling, what do you mean?" He asked. "It's only one more job. Then I'm yours, forever." Chrollo's hand moves up my face to look at him. His deep grey eyes felt secure and safe no matter how much they were a lion's pit. Tears rolled down my eyes and landed onto my upper arm.

Again, his sincerity was pure and kind. I'd figured out so long ago that he believed that it was the last time whenever he told me. Every mission would be the last if you truly believed it in your heart. Looking backwards isn't his strength.

I placed my hand onto his cold one. The feeling of his touch was magnificent enough that I leaned in too deep. His warm embrace was a viper: beautiful but deadly. Chrollo wiped a few stray tears from my face as a peace gesture. Too bad it would never be enough.

"You promise that so much that I'm starting to not believe it anymore. Not to believe you." The words fell from my hoarse tongue like a dagger. It was getting harder to say goodbye. A promise to stay was only as good as the person who spoke it.

"This one's different, my love," he said. His arm snaked around my waist as my head found the crook of his neck. "This is the last one. You know I have to help my troupe. I've let them down so much. It's all that I have left."

The words were spoken before he realized. I pulled away from his touch and stepped back. "They're all you have left? What about me? I sit home waiting for your return. You never tell me when you will return. Only that you have to leave once again. I'm tired, Chrollo. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of sitting at home wondering if you'll ever return."

"I will return. It's a promise."

"Your line of work is a death wish. You're suicidal without an end in sight." My body trembled as I wrapped my arms around my waist. "You don't care if you return."

"I do, darling," he said while walking to touch me once again. I placed a hand up to block him even though I wanted him to hold me once again. Last time he left, I promised myself I wouldn't allow him to pull me back in. My promise was much harder to keep than I originally thought while lying in a cold bed.

"I won't hear it," I mumble while looking away. "You and I both knew this is where we would end up. Sooner or later, you'd leave me."

"I'm not the one leaving," he said. "You are. You don't trust me enough to return."

"You're right. I don't."

My words felt final. As if I had said the thing that triggered the end of it all. They were the words that shattered our reality of self. The glass perfection of a relationship that was placed on a high shelf was finally broken. No amount of words, feelings, or glue could put it back together. We were stuck with dreams that were too high to reach.

Chrollo talked first. "I guess this is the end." He went to pick up his book.

"I guess it is."

"Goodbye, darling," Chrollo said while walking towards me. He lay his hand on my cheek once again and kissed my forehead. "I hope you find the person that I am not."

I nod my head. I didn't dare to look at him. All I heard was the closing of the door as Chrollo left my life forever.