𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 | Tartaglia x Reader | ON HOLD

Chapter 5

(Narrative POV)

You felt scared, the apartment doorbell hasn't rung in years. None of your families or friends even knew where it was.

"I'll get it for you if you're bothered by it." Childe notes, pecking your forehead and heading towards the door.

Even if you felt fearful of who or what stands behind that door, you couldn't help but grow curious.

You followed Childe, cowering behind his back.

The silence was loud, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the knob twisting.

"Y/N, who's this?"

A familiar voice rang in your ears, tearing up at the sound.

It was your ex.

But he died? How could he live?? Unless he faked his death somehow.

"Listen, I'm her boyfriend. What do you want?" Childe manages to spit out a nasty look on your ex's face.

"Zyro."

That was the first time in years you've ever mentioned his name.

"I'm so confused. Please come in, lets talk"

Zyro simply nodded, his thick black messy hair falling over his eyes as Childe glared at the man. Shutting the door with slight force.

You three sat on the couch, offering him a drink. To which he declined, though he thanked you.

"So, did you lie to me?"

You asked, without even thinking while the two men stayed quiet. A grim glow to his brown eyes.

You had so many questions.

Did he actually die?

How was he alive and well? He has gotten bigger the last time you met him.

He wasn't the Zyro you loved and knew.

This Zyro was especially different.

His body was similar to Childe's, his hair also looked similar to childe's, a scar on his left cheek, his voice deeper, a butterfly tattooed on his neck and so much more.

He had changed so much from the last time you saw him.

He was a timid boy when you grew up with him, he always had the urge to make sure you were safe each time you got home from school. Though you never knew what the exact reason was.

"I didn't die, Y/N"

Your jaw visibly drops, your eyes tearing up ever so slightly. You felt angry that he lied.

Even Though you didn't love him anymore, you still seeked answers on his disappearance.

"I was forced to lie to you about my so-called 'cancer' so that you would 'believe' I had a short lifespan."

He gulped, his voice deeper than Childe's. It scared you.

Childe could only sit and listen, not wanting to disturb the tense atmosphere.

Even Though he needed to fart

a big one really badly.

"I lied so that I could move away to another country and start a new life."

Your heart dropped.

"I'm sorry that I did, living here in Austria didn't feel so right to me. I've always felt so tired having to cling to only you and no one else."