Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

The Shift.

Top pic credit: imnsktch

A/N: Welcome. To the new arc of the story. It's called PAIN. Okay, let's go 🤓

Violet POV:

Feather kisses and sweet nothings. All of it, evaporating like the night storm. 

Why must the sun always shine so bright after a heavy rainfall? As if all the damage it created mere hours ago was suddenly wiped clean?

I'd been awake in this bed before the hour it came up. The emptiness of the room woke me, and the lonely freeze of the sheets kept me up. But, even so, I never brought myself to open my eyes. I still haven't.

You know the moment you first wake up, but you're still drowsy? It feels like you're between two worlds, floating into reality before slumber tempts to pull you back. It's the moment where the day's begun, but at the same time it really hasn't. Your mind is there, but at the same time it's not. That's where I am right now.

In the back of my groggy mind, I know exactly the scenario I'll be waking up to when I finally open my eyes. But, I know how much pain it will cause me once I do. So, instead, I keep my eyes closed, clinging to last night like a fading memory. The last one we'll probably ever have. Him and I.

I remember his touch. How soft his fingertips were, even if they left imprints of desire atop my skin. The feeling of his lips still ghosting on my own as if he's really here. My senses betray me, turning the sheets that had long gone cold against my body into something warm and inviting. Something that only he could create.

Don't wake up. Please, don't let me wake up.

And, yet, my body begins to shift as the heavy set feeling in my chest tries to force me awake. I roll over onto my side and curl in the fetal position to ignore it, gripping the blankets tighter to my bare chest and pretending they're him.

I see his eyes behind my closed lids, imagining they're only inches away from mine. They've always been a lighter shade of blue, first thing in the morning. It's my favorite time to look at his eyes, because he looks happier. Dreamier, and also innocent. He looks more like the face of a long, lost love than the serial killer the world has come to know him as.

I imagine the sun hits his face in all the best ways, accentuating each feature so vividly. His burns are gone and his smile is soft, so soft it makes my throat currently choke up in my sleep because I long for it. I long for him-even if not with me, I just long for him to be at peace for once. For him to be happy like that and find joy somewhere.

In the time I've known him, his mind hasn't ever been at peace. And that hurts me so much, knowing that there isn't anything I can do to give him that.

I just love him. So much, I love him.

I found my true love, and in this moment, I've never felt more alone in my entire life.

It's no use kidding myself anymore. Why pretend to sleep when I can already feel all the pain?

Hugging my knees tighter into my chest, my breath constricts from the lump in my throat. The birds outside chirp happily to signal the start of a new day, but as I finally creak my eyes open-smudged and crusted with last night's makeup still on, it feels like the darkness never left.

My hair was in my face and I didn't bother to move it, blinking my bloodshot, half lidded gaze without care as I looked to the room behind my messy strands.

At a first glance, everything is exactly how I left it. The only thing missing is a single piece of my heart. The most important piece, one I won't ever get back.