one-shots

Comeback imagine 51

Lightly Inspired by these violent delight

Extra long for my favorite people ♥︎

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, breathing in the salty air and getting comfort from the familiar voices of merchants trying to sell their products to the same people every day, just for them to ignore them until one day they realize what they are selling are not fake products but necessity's they can't live without. You can never know what you can't live without if you never had it, had them. I open my eyes and my gaze automatically goes to the same rooftop like it always did years ago when I would walk past it. Every time I look at it, it's like I can see the past playing out in front of me, like I can see them. Holding my hand, my face, their eyes on me while they name every star they see in my eyes like they are gazing into the galaxy.

That used to be a necessity for me, that feeling, them, until they destroyed me. Destroyed the love I had for them, everything. It's why I left and it's why I am back. I will destroy them the way they destroyed me. I will betray them the way they betrayed me.
I walk into the busy street, trying not to stand out. The last thing I want to do is explaining anyone why I am back. The news I am back will come to them before I can surprise them. I squeeze myself through the busy crowd in front of the same old guy that has been selling fake gold to the rich for over 10 years. I can't stop the ittle smile from slipping. He's older than me and my sister's age combined and yet the man is still working hard scamming the same rich bastards. I quickly walk out of the shopping district and into their district. I pull my hood further over my head, staring at the ground and making my way to their club by memory. I have walked this path so many times I could walk it while sleeping.

My heart skips a beat when I finally see the familiar dark blue building, its neon sign blinding me in the almost-dark sky. "I will name it the moon club, because you are the moon in my life, showing me the way to my heart every time I get lost". I shake my head, forcing myself to forget the memory. Liar. All lies. They played me, used me, I can't forget that. I can't. I finally take my hood off, standing tall and proud even though my heart is shaking, begging me to turn around, but I'm done running away. I take my little mirror from one of my hidden pockets and turn it my way, making sure I look my best. They may have betrayed me, but if there's one thing I know for sure it's that they won't kill me, they can't. I put the mirror back and walk towards the biggest club in the city.
The air is...hot, sticky hot. It smells like whisky and shots I don't know the name of. The dance floor is full with unfamiliar faces moving their body to loud upbeat music that sounds new to my ears. Russian music, with interesting lyrics.

The beat is happy, but the lyrics is so depressing and...familiar it keeps me glued to my spot for 10 full seconds until I snap myself out of it. I have a mission, I need to find my ex lover. I make my way to their office, staying close to the walls. They made sure the lights were always turned away from the walls so I could sneak in without their parents catching me. My heart clenches from the memory. The past, the past will always hurt. I finally see their office, the same black door I walked through so many times I can't count. I take one quick glance behind me and slowly open the door to the room I designed. "I'm going to be there a lot, so I want you to design it. I want it to scream your name so that every time I walk in, the only thing I can see is you". Nothing changed. Nothing, not a single furniture has been turned or replaced. Not even the decoration on the desk. It's me, it's all me. The red walls, the dark furniture and light touches here and there.

Pink here, some blue there, a random decoration piece only I like in the corner of the bookcase. It's all still there. And them. They are taking a phone call in front of the big window, their back to me. They put one hand up without looking at me, signing for me to wait while they continue talking in rapid Russian to whoever is on the other side. I walk to the chair in front of their desk, my heart almost beating out of my chest by the mere sight of them. I sit down putting on leg over the other while trying to look as calm as I can. They finally finish the phone call and my heart stills when they start talking. Gosh, I missed you. "You should knock next time, it's not-" I watch them still when they turn my way, taking in the face I fell in love with so many years ago go from annoyed to shocked. Pure shock. Same face, but 5 years older. They still look as beautiful/handsome as they did back then. They still look like my lover.

Like my betrayer. "Hello t/n, did you miss me?", I ask smiling as innocently as I can, ignoring my aching heart. I look them up and down, keeping a smile on my face. "You look nice, healthy, good for you" the last line comes out harder than intended and that's exactly whats needed to take them out of their trance. They walk my way, their eyes not leaving my face, their steps slow, their body language calm but their eyes raging with so many emotions it makes me dizzy. "I can say the same about you" they look me up and down, spreading goosebumps on my legs and arms "healthy, beautiful". If it was someone else, they would have not heard their whisper, but I did, I always do. They are still playing games with me, they always will. I stand up touching my hair. "I cut it, you like it?", they stare at me, stopping so close to me I can see the gold stars in their dark eyes. They are not as bright as they used to be, they have aged along with them.

I don't want to know what they have seen after I left, this city is full with the things your parents try to hide you from, but it's hard to hide from it if you are born right in the middle of it. "What are you doing here?", their voice is empty, their face showing no emotions, but the eyes, they always were their weakness. "Just here to see an old friend, surprised?", I slightly tip my head, smiling until my dimple appears. I watch their eyes go to my cheek, watch their face change, just for a second, before they look at me again. They lean forward until our noses are almost touching, their eyes not leaving mine. I have to force myself not to take a step back and trip over the chair. "I can read your face better than I can read words, my love, the revenge look looks good on you I have to say", My love. Asshole. Their lips slightly tip up, their stupid eyes still on mine. I never was good at keeping eye contact with them, and they know it. I loved it when they called me love, and they know it. "I knew you were coming"

"No you didn't" my voice is, again, harder than I intended. I have a short temper, and they damn well know that too. "No? Why do you think so?", I laugh, tipping my head up, staring at the drawings I made on the ceiling. I look at them again, my nose almost touching theirs. "I can read you just as well"
"I know", their smile is gone, their face almost sad. Almost. "I didn't expect you to come all the way to the club, but I knew you were coming Juliet, I always know where you are", this makes me so angry for some reason, so darn angry I have to fist my hands to prevent them from grabbing one of my hidden knives. I wanted to play this cool, make them scared, but my emotions always get the best of me. I feel too much, way too much for my own good. "I hate you". I whisper with so much venom in my voice I shock even myself, but I don't show it. Their face saddens even more, their eyes losing that one little light in the corner. "I know"