Runaway | Kurapika x Reader

Chapter 32 - Silent Treatment

My head pounded as I stared into my reflection in my bathroom mirror. Dark circles rested beneath my eyes. I had cried myself to sleep the previous night, resulting in me now feeling like utter shit. I dragged my fingers down my face and sighed.

"Go for it, (Y/n)." "Shoot your shot." "There's no way you could get rejected."

Yeah, right. So much for that.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, dragging out the tasks as long as possible to avoid having to leave my room. I suppose I didn't necessarily have to leave my room, though. I could just depressingly lie in bed again. But then my stomach growled and I knew I had to step out of my bedroom at some point. I traipsed over to the door, staring at it reluctantly. My hand traveled to the knob and I took a deep breath before finally twisting it open.

As I walked down the hallway, my peripheral vision caught sight of the guest bedroom door, which was wide open. Kurapika was sitting on the bed, looking at the floor. I paused for a moment, glancing at him as his eyes traveled up to me. I rolled my eyes and began walking again as I saw him beginning to stand up, his lips parted.

"(Y/n), I'm—"

"I don't wanna talk to you," I spat, continuing onwards to the stairs. Kurapika released a sigh from behind but he didn't follow me.

It was quite bold of him to assume that I would sit and listen to a single word of what he had to say after he kissed me, said it was a mistake, and then left me alone in the cold rain. I could already imagine a couple of possibilities of what he was going to say to me. He's sorry but he doesn't feel that way about me and just got caught up in the moment. Or maybe he does feel that way about me but then suddenly realized we won't work out so he felt regret but still he insists we should remain friends. Whatever it was, I didn't want him to voice it. It would only bring me more unwanted pain. Besides, I wanted to ice him out and just maybe make him feel a fraction of what I felt.

I proceeded into the kitchen and placed a bagel in the toaster. When it was done, I spread cream cheese on it and filled a glass with water. As I ate, I stared at the wall, not liking how different this morning was from the two mornings in which I woke up in Kurapika's arms. I missed the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. I missed feeling safe just by having him next to me as I slept. I missed how things were before he made the "mistake" of kissing me.

But no. I wasn't going to think about the way things were before. I was angry at him. I didn't even want to be near him. So, I left. I grabbed my keys, slipped on my coat, and entered my black Jeep. I didn't know where I was going; I just wanted to be away from Kurapika. I wanted to be alone and I wanted to be distracted.

I drove for about twenty minutes until I finally got an idea of where I wanted to go. The car propelled down a few more streets before I pulled into a parking lot. I got out and shut the door, shivering against the sudden gust of frosty wind. My legs moved forward, almost coercively. Cold as it was, I needed to be here. Deep down, I knew this was the one place that could temporarily calm the waters of my mind.

As I walked forward, my eyes set upon the beautiful pier. I stepped over the chain that was meant to keep people out. It wasn't like it offered much protection, so I wasn't sure what the point of it was. Not a single soul was among the concession stands, carnival games, Ferris wheel, or the little rollercoaster. It was because it was 10:00 A.M. on a Wednesday and the pier didn't open until 5 P.M. I doubted people would even show up later in the day with how cold it was.

I continued through the pier, passing the entirety of the amusement park and heading for the very edge of the pier. I took in the beautiful view of the ocean. Slightly above the horizon were a few bright white clouds; the rest of the sky was completely grey and dull. I leaned against the wood railing and stared out into the sea, appreciating the beauty. Small waves crashed into the posts below the pier. I watched as they traveled up onto the beach, disintegrating when they touched the sand.