"Passion and shame torment him and rage is mingled with his grief" - Virgil.
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Exactly three days had passed since they'd last spoken. Meaningless, harsh and bitter were his final words to her, spoken from a voice that only aimed to protect her - protect her by hurting her - in a way that he knew would come with merciless consequences. Being cruel to her, using the razor sharp weapon of his tongue, was the only way Meliodas knew how to protect her. Everything else she just ignored; everything else she recovered from with simple scrapes and bruises.
Really, Meliodas should be happy that Elizabeth is gone. Finally, damn fucking finally, she would be able to move on, start anew, erase all traces of his lying, deceitful ass from her life. Without him Elizabeth could flourish in the way she had always been destined to, shake off the choking, suffocating stems of his bindweed from her own blossom. She could grow without him; he would forever stunt her growth.
Nevertheless, getting used to the isolation, the loneliness, was something Meliodas wished wasn't a side effect. Staring at his phone, hoping to hear the distant knock on the door, were things that he just wished he wouldn't do. They were hopeless actions. They lacked a true conclusion because she was never coming back.
What happened two days ago was the last straw. Just like the forgiveness pancakes that ended up buried in the bin, their friendship was done and dusted, buried under the plethora of problems between them.
Now Meliodas wasted his days away in darkness, shuffling about the empty-feeling apartment as he survived off Pot Noodles and instant ramen. If he felt fancy then he'd pop to the Sainsbury's downstairs, buy a microwaveable burger and call it a day. If he felt extra generous he'd eat nothing at all, dumping all culinary efforts on maintaining the dog - the only thing she'd left behind.
Ironic it was that it was still here, a scrappy little thing that hated the outside as much as he did. Occasionally they'd pop outside for a quick walk, mandatory bathroom sessions and such, but other than that they coexisted within the apartment, moping around together. Like Meliodas, the pup (still not named) most likely missed his parents and littermates. Together they were two kindred, lonely souls.
Maybe that was why Meliodas was surprised to see his brother's name pop up on his phone, matched with a picture of a stormy Zeldris, dark brows bent and middle finger raised. In all his self-absorbed misery, the self-loathing seeping from his brain, he had forgotten about the one person who would always check up on him.
Answering the call, Meliodas mustered his best 'I'm-doing-fine' face, "Hey Zel- "
"When were you going to tell me that you were coming up here?" Zeldris immediately bombarded him with the question, matching the agitated glare of his contact photo. Taking up the entire screen was his annoyed stare, bright green eyes pinched with frustration as he glared at his brother, mouth set into a terrible frown. From the look alone Meliodas knew that he was in trouble. Big trouble.
"What?" The blonde blinked, entirely confused by his brother's statement. Frowning himself, Meliodas shook his head. "I'm not in Edinburgh."
"So why did Gelda tell me that Elizabeth's dropping by for dinner?" Zeldris quizzed, huffing as he cocked an accusatory brow.
"I don't know. A work thing?" Meliodas shrugged, confused as ever. So that's where she was. Edinburgh. Meliodas knew that she wanted nothing to do with him, wanted to run away as far as she could from him, but he didn't think she'd run that far. Approximately six hundred kilometers away. Did he really hurt her that badly? "I haven't spoken to her."
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Love Me, Harm Me
Fanfiction"Sometimes he would have his better days. The days where he would be loving, caring and sweet. But then the bad days would come..." Elizabeth believes that somewhere, deep down, Meliodas truly loves her. She knows he does. She sees it on his better...
