Yandere JJBA +++

Illuso x Reader

TW : your ex lover is a man, attempt of suicide, mentions of murder & blood, violence, a few errors 💀

----- = time skip
▼= small moments a few days after

It's been a few days since your last break up, yet you still feel your heart aching for that person you once loved had left you, left you for another bitch. You thought to yourself- were you not enough? You always made your self look nice to them, with all the jewelries and fitting clothes along with scents that makes him remember you everytime, everything didn't work after all those efforts.

You were still frustrated and deeply hurt, but you still convince yourself that you're more attractive than that bitch your ex got together with, heh- his lost, you thought.

You were walking to your new apartment, thankfully you found a cheap one a few days after your break up, you clutched your bags that you were holding with both of your hands- they were quite heavy so you had to check in fast. Without further ado, you enter in.

The reception area wasn't far to walk with two heavy bags, quickly made it and talked with the receptionist to check you in. You took a quick look around the apartment, it's atmosphere was quite shallow- you could even spot a few cobwebs by the corners, dust on the old looking couch and the carpet that was already fading to shade of gray, jeez they never thought of cleaning up this place? You internally made a disgusted look.

"Here's your key, enjoy your stay." The receptionist spoke with not a single tone, you flinched a little by their voice- turning around then grabbing the key that was placed on the counter, "Thank you." after thanking the receptionist you hasted to find your room, they looked like they were done with this place.. your thoughts said, but it wasn't your business, you shrugged.

Your room wasn't far because of how less people were staying here, spotting your room number- you walk to it and opened the door with your key, slowly opening the door to be greeted with a plain bed that was organized, a small table that was dusty, the paintings on the wall had a few cracks. You walked in and flopped your bags on the bed, "Well at least the bed is comfy.." After placing your bags you took a few looks at the main room then decided to check the bathroom. Walking in to see the same average bathroom, well that's good- it was a relief that it wasn't that dirty.

Well at least this was your new home now.

The next day..

Waking up- feeling the sun shine on your face, your face frowned- it took you courage to get up and get to work, you were feeling way too lazy right now, you groaned. Slowly you used both of your arms to get up from your bed- You felt quite dizzy from all the crying last night, how long did you cry? What time did you even sleep? You couldn't remember anymore- you missed them so much, "Fuck fuck fuck.." you whispered while rubbing both of your temples with your fingers "Forget them, forget them.. you have work to do Y/N.." you heavily sighed, feeling your heart wrapped in chains.

You stood up from your bed, walking to the bathroom- opening the door to see yourself looking like nothing the same before, your eyes were still sore, it was puffy- under was your eyebags were visible and seemed to have gotten darker, your hair was an absolute mess, you couldn't take a shower last night- damn it, you didn't expect it would become worse.

You decided to take a warm bath in the morning, turning the bathtub sink to let the warm water fill. You walked out to eat a quick breakfast of bread & a banana you packed with you.

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A few minutes later you finished eating your breakfast, walking in the bathroom to check if the bathtub was finished- expectingly it did. You started to take off your clothes, letting it fall on the bathroom floor. You turned off the running water, then stepping one foot in slowly, then another. Once you were in you let your body sink in, feeling relaxed a little. You laid your back on the end of the bathtub, staring at the reflection of yourself at the water- you thought to yourself, were you really that unattractive? Here yet another session of grieving.