Complications Part 2 | Ray x reader

Chapter 4

•Warning: This story may not be suitable for some readers as it contains gore, depression, NSFW, suicidal thoughts, mature scenes, death, manipulation, etc. Please proceed with caution and respect me, the author, and other readers.

Within this story, I have changed major things to where I see fit that is more appropriate for the characters. The characters are adults•

🖤A good couple is two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other.🖤

Light spewed out delicately from the white curtains that were dressed behind the headboard of your bed, shining directly onto your face, waking you up. Your eyes flickered open gently before closing them shut again, turning to lay on your back before stretching. A few pops were audible, signifying that you were getting out the uncomfortable kinks that were whittled in your bones. A low groan reverberates out of you, as you stayed in that position for a couple more seconds relaxing, letting your body soak down onto your mattress.

Your hand raised slowly up to your face, covering the left side, rubbing your fingertips across your eyelids, and sliding it down to your jawline. You pushed your head to the side and stretched your legs and arm on the other side of the bed where your partner would usually be.

His arms, wrapped around you. Bringing you close to his chest and spooning your body, giving you warmth and love...

A visible smile graces your lips as you soak in the tenderness and affection in appreciation.

But that was only wishful thinking.

A dream even.

That's right. You remember it now. Last night you got in a petty argument with him discussing loyalty and trust with each other only for it to be questioned. You had to admit that you were hurt from it all in the end. Being confronted and having him being obnoxious to you made you frustrated and angry with him. And when you explained and told him what happened, he didn't bother to apologize to you because of his pride.

Why is he so complicated?

Is it a male thing? What was it that was deeply rooted in masculinity

Maybe he thought the same about you.

Your eyes stared up at the ceiling before closing again, listening to the faint noise of movement happening on the floor beneath you. Running from small footsteps could be heard from your beloved puppy, sprinting across the floor. A couple of barks from here and there and Ray's deep voice lightly berating the animal to be quiet.

You examined your phone that was on your side dresser in a daze before reaching for it to check the time. It was still early in the morning.

As much as you wanted to go downstairs, you dreaded seeing Ray's face so soon. Damn. You were starting to regret the fact that you two were no longer separated from one another. You were sleeping underneath the same roof. Even if you wanted to avoid each other, it wouldn't take long for you to cross paths and have to interact. Either that or act as if he didn't exist.

Your bit down on your lip unconsciously and looked around the room, trying to listen for his voice only for it to be smothered through the thick walls and floors.

The sound of pots and pans clashed against one another, perking your curiosity to what he could be doing downstairs. Maybe washing dishes... cooking?