What Once Was

Chapter 7: I Am Not Fireproof

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I had gone home the previous night and rushed straight to my computer. I had to know everything about her.

It was easy to find out pretty much anything about people these day. Social media did the majority of the work for me.

- Y/N L/N
- 22 years old
- Moved to Gotham a couple of months ago to attend GSU
- Has a seemingly good relationship with her parents, although her older sister died when she was younger
- Had a small group of close friends in her hometown
- Graduated high school top of her class
- Big animal lover and movie fanatic

She was perfect. Kind. Smart. Something of a rarity in Gotham.

Her Instagram account was something of a goldmine. 112 pictures exactly. 76 of these were just of her. Her face. Her face and her body. I couldn't help but save these into a folder on my desktop.

Other things were more difficult to find out and took a bit more digging.

After hacking into the GSU records I eventually found out where she lived. Conveniently, it was only a couple of blocks from my appartement. I made the mental note to drop by one time.

I turned back to the pictures I had saved onto my desktop. My mind ran to the memories of before. The thought of her smile. Her figure. Her thumb touching my hand... Unconsciously, my right hand made its ways to the buckle of my belt, fumbling with it before un-zipping my trousers and sliding it underneath my boxers. I palmed at my, yet again, rock hard dick. The tip already sticky with pre-cum. I began to stroke slowly. As my eyes began to fall shut, I snapped them back open and focused my attention on the pictures of her on my screen. I quickened my pace. Imagining the sound of her moaning my name. Imagining what it would feel like for her to be the one grabbing my dick. Imagining her soft lips wrapped around it. The sound of her gargling on a mixture of her own spit and my semen. I finished on that very thought.

You're disgusting, Edward. A creep.

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I had decided to myself that I was going to finish work relatively on time on Friday.

I awoke the morning of and made an extra effort to look presentable. I swept my hair into place and slipped into my nicest shirt and trousers. I took one final look in the mirror before heading out.

God, Edward. You're so ugly. So plain looking. (Y/N) won't want a thing to do with a loser you. She is way out of your league.

I decided I would pop by Will's after work for a couple of drinks. It was on my way home, after all...

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6:46 hit the clock. That was enough for me. I'd barely got anything productive done today anyway. The thought of her plaguing my brain...

I made a quick visit to the mens before heading out. I looked in the mirror, splashed my face with water and combed my hair into its correct place.

Still a fucking loser, Edward. You haven't got a chance.

I grabbed my stuff and exited the office block. On my walk to Will's I rubbed my hands together. Trying desperately to stop them from shaking. I got there in no time. Obviously I'd been walking faster than usual due to my nerves.

As I approached the bar something felt... strange. The music was different and a lot louder. This Must Be the Place? A great song, nevertheless. I didn't think too much into it, swinging the door open.

I was met with (Y/N) in the arms of a tall, red haired man. They were dancing. He had his hand on her arse.

You're just gonna let this dick touch your girl like this, Edward? Beat the shit out of him, Edward. Kill him.

The sound of the bell above the door made him drop her and they both turned around. Her body relaxed as she recognised me. A small smile growing on her face.

I could almost swear she mouthed the words "thank you".