𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙀𝙍 (𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗫 𝗙𝗲𝗺 𝗬/𝗡)

32

You got out of the bed, yawning.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, pouting as you stared at your bare body.

You sighed, and then shook your head, clearing your bad thoughts.

You looked around the room, looking for a change of clothes.

Your eyes hit a shirt and shorts sitting on a chair in the room.

"When did those get there?" you mumbled to yourself, and then walked over to them.

"Did scaramouche do this?" you tilted your head, and then looked at a note that was left there.

{Hey sleepy head, you fell back asleep, just wanted to show you some clothes you left last time i kidnapped you! ;)}

you let out a chuckle at the note, and then slid on the change of clothes.

You stared at yourself in the mirror in the clothes, and let out sigh.

Why were you still here? you could have taken so many chances to run and hide, but then you find yourself standing in his room in front of a mirror.

You remembered all the times, the times it took for you to get up to this point, the murder of your own boyfriend..

Albedo just being someone who was a spy..

And then going to that weird kidnappers house, what else did you need to happen in this already torn up world?

Oh.. Cant even forget diluc, maybe he was the only one you really liked..

What about kazuha? why didn't he ever go and save you? you asked him to.. where was he?

Did he purposefully leave you because you rejected him?

You wish you didn't have to live this life anymore.. you wish you wouldn't even live.

You watched as a tear fell down your face, and onto your neck sliding downwards.

Why were you crying?

You stared at yourself more, and the more you did, the more your tears fell down and down.

You sniffled, and tried keeping your composure, but just couldn't.

You slid to the ground, holding your head in your hands.

You were shaking slightly, and couldn't stop the overflowing tears from your eyes.

You missed the person you were 3 years ago.

You missed the person who was able to look at themselves and love who they were.

You missed that old life.

There was no chaos, no being shoved and pushed around.

You could just be who you were, without scaramouche, childe, kazuha.