𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒

03 | The Unease

𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗛 

❝  The worst thing about betrayal is . . . 
. . . that it never comes from an enemy ❞

You had never run like this ever in your life. Not when you were a toddler, not when you were a teenage, not even when something scared the shit out of you. But when your eyes landed on Zioro, it was as if your feet had taken control of you more than your actual consent and it took you away from him at such a speed as if it were a reflex. You didn't stop anywhere in the way... Not even once. Not even when the signal was red or when the roads were crowded enough to not let you pass. None of that bothered you. You only stopped to take in a deep breath when you saw the wooden door of your house. 

You were panting heavily, coughing as your throat because parched. Sweat matted your forehead and tickled down your temples as you gasped for air by placing palms on your knees. 

You recalled the way Zioro had looked at you, the look in his eyes... It glinted so much innocence and you found it absolutely loathsome. The sincerity in his voice when he asked if you were okay. It was so so suffocating. 

It wasn't hard to figure out he hadn't actually reached the state of madness and insanity yet. It seemed he hadn't even started to avoid you at this point of time. Then you recalled these were the sweet months were you were beginning to realise the difference in his personality, where you were beginning to fall for him but now even the thought of him made you sick in the stomach, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. 

You couldn't believe you fell for a scumbag like him in the first place. How did you start feeling towards him like that anyway? But greater emphasis on, how did you choose such a bastard like him to be your best friend?! 

You couldn't hold in the reverie of your thoughts. You were finally realising it, your eyes were finally opening and the truth was so fucking hard to accept. No, actually it wasn't hard to accept it was hard to believe, you , Y/N L/N were too blind to fraternize with someone like him and even dream to be with someone like him. Your stomach churned in disgust as suddenly you felt like puking your stomach out. 

Pulling out the door key from your pocket you made your way into the house all the way to the kitchen. You grabbed the jug from the dinning table and poured yourself some water into the glass. You took a sip only to immediately spit it out in the sink. 

"Fuck" you grumbled wiping your mouth. Either thinking of Zioro had turned the water bitter or all the time reverse thing had somehow messed up with your senses or maybe the water was just bitter. Anyways you didn't give a fuck and made your way to your room by going upstairs. 

You opened the door and plopped onto your bed as if all the strength your body had uptil now had vanished into thin air. The bed was soft ,with it's fabric smooth. The light peered through the window and landed on your bed. The smell brought you nostalgia of your past from some reason  and all the feelings you had kept bottled up right from the school were starting to peep out now . Your eyes started turning moist and your throat felt heavy with emotions. 

"Fuck, don't cry like a cry baby now" you scolded yourself, muffled voices passing through the sheets . No matter how hard you tried to refrain from crying the more tears emerged from your eyes. You gripped the bed tightly. You were distraught, broken , been betrayed. You reprimanded, lambasted yourself to get a grip. "He didn't even deserve you in the first place"

You could have never imagined that this godawful thing would occur and bite you in the worst way anticipated. You were so lost in your melancholy  you even started to hate the power you possessed ,blaming it for death...not only of yours but also of the other innocent people possessing them. Heck, you didn't need this, you didn't want this and still you had received it all?! What kind of use were you making of it anyway? It was all uselessly given to you.