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I heard all of it.
Every day he'd visit me. Talk to me. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel. Just his voice.
Sometimes he brought jinx or my mother to see me. However, I could only listen.
He'd only ever talk about how he missed me. My touch. My comfort. All the things he loved about me. How good I was with Jinx, how caring and loving I was.
He felt guilty. Continuously saying how he wished he was more careful with what I did for him.
I don't know how long passed. I just know that it was endless. Endless blackness. Endless voices...
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Is that so? || Silco x Reader
FanfictionWarning- Violence, Drug abuse, alcohol usage, sexual content, etc. Female reader with she/her pronouns **I do not own the arcane characters** She gets a job working for Silco as a personal assassin and quick friendship grows. After an incident he...
