Red String || Dottore

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He awoke one day, much to his dismay. It was Childe and Y/n's wedding day. Dottore was lucky enough not to be one of Childe's groomsmen (Capitano was, along with Pierro and a few other people he had no care for) but he still had to sit in the front row.

He got out of bed and got dressed, fighting his tears every second. Last night, he cried until he couldn't, hoping it would stop him from crying later on. That last-minute experiment was a failure.

Dottore wiped his face one more time before putting on his mask. This mask was different than the other ones he had. It was tailored for the wedding. It covered his eyes, but left the rest of his face open.

A knock sounded at his door. He opened it, finding Y/n standing there. He wanted to shut the door, to go back to the bed and cry. She looked so beautiful.

"Oh! You're wearing the mask I got you!" Y/n smiled.

Dottore's heart tore. All he could do was nod. He wanted to speak, but his mouth refused to open. She pulled out a notepad and handed it to him, the pen already attached to it.

He wanted to write so many things.

Don't marry him. Marry me.

I love you.

Please run away with me.

Forget Childe.

Forget me.

But he couldn't. He wanted to see her happy. Even if it meant she couldn't be with him. Instead, he wrote; "You look amazing. Childe will be star-struck on the alter."

Dottore handed the notepad back to her, waiting as she read his note. Y/n smiled when she finished.

"You think so, Dottore?"

Archons- he will miss her.

"Thank you."

He smiled even though it pained him. She left, leaving him alone in the hallway. He fought the urge to sob, closing the door and leaning against it, covering his mask to try to hide the sounds. Luckily, he didn't make any.

Dottore still had to go to the reception, so he left his room and started down the hallway.

~

He reached the main hall, the sounds of the (almost) full hall hurt his ears. The sounds of voices, footsteps and loud music sickened him. A scowl made it's home on his face.

He did notice Capitano making his way to him. Out of instinct, Dottore looked at his pinky. His string led out of the room,like it always had.

"Dottore. Must you wear a scowl on such a happy occasion?" Capitano said once he was close.

"You should know by now that I despise loud sounds. It's sickening in here." Dottore snapped. This day just always seemed to get worse and worse.

"I agree with you, for once."

"How interesting."

Capitano called over a server, picking up two of the many champagne glasses. He handed one to the doctor, who downed it in one gulp. He scared the server when he replaced the glass and took another full one.

"That bad?"

"Worse. Give me the fucking bottle." The server nodded and handed Dottore the bottle, running away before he got any more angry.

Pity he couldn't get drunk.