"Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear
Just for a while dear we must part
Don't let this parting upset you
I'II not forget you, sweetheart..."
A hollow voice loomed over each empty hallway like a ghostly fog. Cascading through the air, impossible to ignore, but also thin and almost fragile. The words bouncing off the walls only to echo back to the single audience of himself.
"We'll meet again...
Don't know where,
Don't know when...
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Til the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away"
Nearly a hundred years.
Nearly a hundred cleanses.
Close to a century of hugging his pillow every night, biting back the urge to cry as he wished so desperately that it was you he was holding.
Millions of demons coming and going, hoards he would pass by day to day... Never once could he spot his beloved's face within the crowd.
He still hadn't found you.
"And I will just say hello
To the folks that you know
Tell them you won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as I saw you go
You were singing this song"
He wore a smile everyday, beaming with pride and a little dose of sadism. Hell had sunk its razor sharp claws deep into this lovely sinner and twisted his mind in more ways than he imagined.
He no longer fought his inner demons. He just let them take the reigns sometimes, instead.
Never bothering to hide his evil doing, he saw no use in it. The world was just a game to him; and everyone else was only a pawn. He didn't care who knew it or not.
Alastor only reserved the last remainder of his heart -and sanity- for you. You were the only reason he felt the need to maintain any sense of compassion at all.
"We'll meet again...
Don't know where,
Don't know when...
But I know we'll meet again...some sunny day..."
Not a day went by that he didn't miss you.
With every beat of his cold, dead heart; he missed you dearly.
After so long, it's amazing what one can forget simply because of the passage of time. He'd almost forgotten how heartwarming your laugh was. He used to hear it in his memories clear as day, but now it sounded faint and far, far, away. He almost forgot how your favorite fragrance smelled on you. But whenever he caught a whiff in public, it brought him right back to those days.
But he never forgot how you liked to have your coffee. Or how you'd occasionally talk in your sleep. How you only ate certain veggies if they were prepared a particular way. How you always put your left shoe on first and then your right; what a silly little thing to notice. But he noticed, and he remembered.
Dear satan, he missed you so much...
He missed holding you. Joking with you. Kissing your cheek while you slept as he got out of bed for work. Hearing about your day, or, whatever was on your mind.
He knew you were here, somewhere. You had to be. He could feel it in his bones, in every fiber of his being.
As he sat in his chair, lonely in his manor, he gazed into the crackling fire before him in the fireplace. Only blinking to alleviate the dryness in his tired eyes.
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Priceless (Alastor X Reader)
Fanfiction"You must be her." The gentleman in the center said. His already present smile widening into a toothy grin as he tipped his hat to you. "Enchantée." You recognized his voice as the man who had been doing most of the talking. "Who are you?" You choke...
