「ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ」 - 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐕 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⋈ 「Aviothic」⋈

Aviothic (n) — A strong desire to fly or be one with the wind. 

"Why fly? Why not stay on ground?"

"Because I won't be on ground for so long." 

Norton Campbell x reader. 

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Surreal, perfect, entrancing, gorgeous, attractive, oh he could describe you in any word he could think of (be it dirt or magnet). You both were inseparable, you helped him with his trauma and he helped you with your own problems. He was cold, distant, but bold. And you liked that a lot. As for him, he loved your personality. You weren't obnoxious, you were quiet. A  few words were just needed for everyone to get the gist, so they try to get you to talk less so you wouldn't waste breath on some unruly people, say Freddy or Kreacher. 

You piqued his interest though, of all people too!

At first, he was a bit rough, but he warmed up to you the more you spent time togther, in or outside matches, some people began to believe that you both were lovers. 

How funny, you guys acted like lovers but never once have you nor him confessed. You wouldn't admit it as you guys were together. Weird.

But (of course there's a but), you couldn't be together, even if you wanted to. Because you were ill. 

Hah... how funny indeed...

You had no plans on telling him even though you were on a death row, but what change does it make? Will he stray away from you, or will he stay? 

Stray or stay...

Stray or stay...

Stray or stay...

Those words were repeating in your head so many times to the point you became dizzy. You sigh, think, and tear up every time you thought about both your illness and him. You felt guilty as you were literally his everything. 

He went through a lot, he now as you, and you're going to leave him like that? It doesn't sound right, but you can't control it now, can you? 

If you can't save anything, save yourself. 

...

That was what your mother used to say. But how can you save yourself from both death and disappointment? How-

"Hey, yoohoo! It's time for our match! You good in there?" You heard Demi's voice, breaking your thoughts. You didn't know you had a match, but you had to react quickly. What the fuck. "Uh, I'll be there in a second, I just need to grab my equipment!" You reply, you heard her hum and her footsteps leaving your doorstep. You exhale, feeling relieved. But shit, you had a match that no one told you about. Great. You grabbed your stuff and some remaining pills to not faint in the middle of the match and left your door. 

On your way there, you met Eli. Who was going to the same match as you, so why not walk and talk on the way? "Hello, y/n. You don't look good. Are you okay?" He asked you, genuine worry in his voice. You just nodded, but you were obviously not okay, but he would dare not ask to stress you out, so you both talked about other things. You both were having a nice conversation but you couldn't help but ask "Why am I in this match, though? I thought it was Tracy." Eli pursed his lips as he was about to say the most idiotic excuse known to universal kind. "Well, she was able to get out of the Manor with Nightingales permission, and she wouldn't be coming back until tomorrow." He said, chuckling at your expression. But why couldn't they choose someone else? You did way too many matches yesterday, and your temporary vacation was being a replacement, how disappointing...