This boy (Robert Smith x reader)

Alone (13)

MAYA'S POV

Another concert came and went in Pennsylvania. Now we were headed to Virginia. Washington D.C. to be more exact, the capital.

I was a bit excited honestly, I'd always been one for government in school, so I was hoping to get a quick visit to the White House. Or maybe just a look outside the gates at least.

I hadn't told Robert about this and didn't plan to either. I wanted to go by myself, I just needed a break from all of the people I'd be stuck with for the next few months.

Don't get me wrong, I love Robert, but I don't always want to be around him you know? I want to have my alone time as well.

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It was around 8:00 P.M. and another concert from the famous band called The Cure was about to begin.

"By love, see you after the show." Robert said before he kissed my cheek and hugged me tight.

Copying his actions I did the same and bid him my goodbyes as I watched him walk away.

I sat back down on the creaky chair I'd have to be sitting in for the next three hours and situated myself.

I looked over to Elise who sat to my left. She had a nail file out fancying up her already bougie nails.

According to Robert, Simon really liked to spoil Elise. She always had expensive clothes and jewelry. Her hair was always in perfect condition and her makeup was always done just right.

She even had an expensive smell. She could walk into the room and it'd be like having a breath of fresh air, literally.

I looked to my right where Ramona sat. I could see by the look on her face that she didn't want to be here either.

She flipped through her fashion magazine while she took long drags from her fag.

This scene of her was honestly quite relatable.

Her makeup was always pretty good for the most part, expect her eyeliner never matched. One side was always longer or thicker than the other.

Again, quite relatable.

I faced forward, hoping that in that moment, something would come and take me away from this boredom.

That's when I decided that something would be myself. I stood up abruptly and left without a word.

I walked outside of the building quickly and quietly.

The capital wasn't too far of a walk, so I figured I'd go and see it.

After a good few blocks of cardio, I'd finally gotten as close as I possibly could get to it without getting security called on me.

There it was with all it's grandness. It was much more boring than I was expecting. Or maybe the darkness from night just ruined the mood.

I figured when I saw it, I'd have this crazy reaction and be overflowing with joy, since I'd finally gotten to see what I'd always dreamed of seeing. But no, that never happened.

I don't even think I cracked a smile. Honestly I couldn't, there was just this weight in my chest that I couldn't get rid of. It was back.

When would it go away? It made me feel so depressed and alone.

In that moment, I felt a tear slip out of the crevice of my eye.

Why was I even crying? Was it because of the weight in my chest? Or maybe it was because I was fucking delusional and schizophrenic.

I started to feel myself shivering, it was quite cold out and I wasn't very layered.

I decided I'd start heading back now. I didn't want the show to be over and then me nowhere to be found. They'd probably worry, well Robert at least.

Honestly I questioned if Robert would even care if I went up missing. I knew the two of us were practically a couple and that I shouldn't feel alone when I'm with him, but... I don't know.

There was just something in my gut that kept convincing me I was still alone at the end of the day. And that'd it always be like that no matter how close Robert and I were.

I walked along the sidewalks, taking the same path I took prior.

It was getting darker out, and quieter. It was practically dead silent outside. The only thing I could hear were my own footsteps.

That and screeching in the distance. It was the same screeching as the other night, exactly the same.

I could hear it getting closer. I just had to keep reminding myself that I was fucking crazy and that it wasn't real.

But fuck it felt so real I couldn't help but get nervous. Anxious that something was going to happen to me.

I quickened my pace, wanting to get back to the concert quickly. I'd rather be in the annoying presence of Ramona than in this situation.

"Maya?" I heard abruptly from behind. It was whisper, and it sounded like Robert.

Why the fuck was Robert behind me? And how long had he been there? Was it even the real Robert?

By this time my heart was racing as I inched around to see what was behind me.

"Robert?" I mumbled with a shaky voice.

My eyes darted quickly to the silhouette of who I could only assume was something pretending to be Robert.

"Robert?" I asked again.

No reply.

I decided I should only ignore it. Ignore it and everything will be ok, was what my head was telling me. But then again, my head did have some problems.

I started running, hoping whatever fuckface behind wasn't chasing me.

I ran past the many buildings leading back to the concert, almost falling many times. I felt so fucking scared, like I couldn't even breathe.

As raced down the sidewalks I abruptly tripped over what seemed like nothing. I had a hard hit to the ground, practically a body slam into the concrete.

I laid on the cold ground, trying to pick myself back up. I just couldn't.

I tried to move but couldn't bring myself to do it. My vision started blurring and my body began going numb and limp.

While losing my consciousness, I noticed a figure hovering above me.

It looked like Robert, just like him actually. I noticed how his eyes didn't have any pupils or color though, they were just blank.

Everything started fading away, and the last thing I saw was 'Robert' saying something to me that I couldn't quite make out.