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Keziah is bored out of her mind, so she decides to write a ruel imagines book to dump out the plot ideas she has from time to time instead o...
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ruel x gender neutral reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The reader and Ruel have been distant for months now, so they decide to take a break. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a teeny-tiny mention of losing appetite 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst
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"I can feel you slip away, like I knew you would." - Luke Hemmings, Slip Away
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Two plates of food sit in front of me, the food now cold, and dry. I have been staring at the plates for over thirty minutes - I watched the food being poured in them, ripples of steam leaving the hot food, and slowly becoming cold, and stale.
I didn't eat my plate of food, though. Because I always eat my food with him. And he told me he would come on time, and like the old times, we would talk, and eat together. We will keep our phones aside and the only source of entertainment we would have will be each other's words.
But today is a day, following those million days in which he made a promise to come on time, but actually comes after I have finished my food, and am sleeping. And the next morning, just as the light shines on our world, he leaves.
Each day I found myself filling me with hope that maybe today will be different. But I am always wrong. It is always the same. And I end up being disappointed. Not in him for not coming early, but in me, for even believing for a single second that he would actually be there.
We both have been together for two years, and in the past two months, nothing has been the same. We haven't gone out for food, we haven't done a movie marathon, and we haven't made playlists for each other to listen to. The love we both had woven so carefully in the last year is all lost. There is nothing present between us anymore, except strangeness.
I hear the rattle of the door knob twisting. The door opens, and Ruel's tall figure walks in. He doesn't look at me sitting on the dining table with two plates of food - why would he? He goes to our room, to the washroom, and comes out, and sits in front of me. He's early today.
Ruel picks up his fork, and begins to move it around through the spaghetti, before putting some in his mouth and silently chewing. I don't say anything, and I don't eat anything. All I do is look at him, and all he does is keep his eyes on the plate and eat.
"How was studio today?" I ask him. He still keeps his gaze fixated on his plate of food, as he plays around the spaghetti with his fork.
