Cigarette Daydreams [Stolitz]✔️

3.5

(edited)

When Blitzø got home, the apartment was empty.

"Stolas? You home?" he called out. No answer. He shrugged, opening the fridge. He grabbed a pre-wrapped burrito and unwrapped it, grabbing a plate and plopping it in the microwave. He sat and watched the whole two and a half minutes as his food cooked, then he took it and sat in the living room, turning on whatever sitcom was on. He sighed, biting his burrito. Once he finished his food, he wrapped himself up in a pile of blankets and ate ice cream. At one point, he started laughing at a joke, and he laughed until he started crying, then he curled in a ball and bawled his eyes out like a baby. It reminded him of the night after Ozzie's, and he started crying harder. Eventually, he cried himself to sleep, falling into a restless sleep full of nightmares.

The next morning, he woke up after he rolled off the couch.

"Wha—" he rubbed his head where he'd bumped it. He blinked and stood up, scanning his small apartment. Stolas still wasn't home. He rubbed his face and walked to the kitchen, pulling out the milk carton and taking a gulp. He walked back to the TV and turned it off, sipping the milk as he cleaned up after himself from the night before. He showered and dressed, poking at his eye bags in the mirror.

"You look like shit," he informed his reflection.

"Morning boss," Moxxie greeted him when he got to work.

"Mhm," he mumbled, sulking off to his office and slamming the door.

"Something's definitely up, you should go talk to him," Millie told Loona.

"Why me?" she huffed.

"Because he loves you. And he's been missing you when you're gone," Millie told her.

"Uh, fine." She put her phone away and walked over to his office door. She didn't bother to knock, just went in.

"Hey, the others are worried about you," she said. Blitzø was standing at the window, watching homeless people.

He sighed, sitting in his chair and putting his head in his hands. Loona tucked her hair behind her ear, shutting her eyes.

"What's wrong, Blitzø?" she asked him, her tone softening.

"I don't — wanna talk about it," he said stubbornly, sitting up and crossing his arms.

"I know, that's why we gotta. Come on, I won't judge you," she reminded him, sitting in the chair across from him.

"Yes, you will," he reminded her.

"Probably. But not to your face, I promise," she assured him.

"It's ... I don't even know how to start. And I'm tired, so could we please do this at a later date? Thanks," he swallowed, fiddling with his thumbs.

"Fine, but you can't keep it in forever," Loona stood, leaving him alone.

*The Day Before*

Stolas was about to make dinner when the police called.

"Is Stolas Goetia there?" the man asked.

"Yes, that's me," he answered.

"Then I assume you're the husband of Stella Goetia?"

"We are in the middle of our divorce, but legally, yes," he picked at his nails.

"I'm afraid your wife has been murdered," the man sighed.

"I beg your pardon?" he stuttered.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Come to the morgue in the wrath ring to claim her body by five o'clock tomorrow," and then he hung up.

"Fucking Blitzø, I should have known," he mumbled, grabbing his coat and keys and rushing out the door.

*Back To Present Day*

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Blitzø cried out as he stood on top of a car and shot at the mob of men in black, watching them fall one at a time. The spy people had returned, but the demons were ready this time. Which made it even more fun to watch them all die. He was so busy shooting them, he didn't see the figure perched on the roof of a nearby building, and he barely felt the prick of the dart in his neck. All he was aware of was his knees buckling, and his vision going blurry, then fading to black. 

 Ooh... a  ✨cliffhanger ✨

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