~Sincerely, Your Neighbor 💌 [Milkman x Reader]

Ch.15 - Fuzzed Feeling

Grinding for you milkman simps cuz I AM ONE 💪💪

Again, glad you guys are enjoying this fic, didn't expect ppl to actually like it <33

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  "I've been waiting.." The familiar faded voice whispers into my ear, sounding like Francis, but I'm unsure if it is, or just my imagination. He lays his head on my shoulder, breathing close to my neck which is such a weird feeling to me.

  I shift in my position to turn to look a him, meeting his relaxed and tired expression. He grabs my hand and presses a long kiss on it before placing it against his cheek.

  "Just like the sun and the earth, against the universe." He says soothingly before kissing my neck and I melt into his arms just like that. He laughs softly in response to my reaction.

  "Run away with me, dear (y/n)."

  He holds up a hand near me, wanting me to take it.

  But as I did..

  Everything fades to black and my eyes open as I wake up from the dream.

  "Oh my god.." I breathe out, placing a pillow on my face. I'm incredibly dissapointed that it ended abruptly and so early. Because at the same time, it made me feel quite.. Safe. It felt like I'm protected, and I miss that touch.

  "Fuck no, I'm miserable." I try to deny that I have a feel towards the dream, towards him. It.. Would be weird to have to, does it?

  Finding love has never been easy for me due to being busy at a few jobs I applied to back then. I never had time to embrace them, but to admire them from afar because I know I would waste their time trying to love me when I couldn't love them back.

  I never thought to find one again, because I don't feel like I deserved the attention. And since being a doorman is my only job at the moment, I'm not sure if I'm able to find another one.

  Besides, who is going to fill the paper when I'm gone?

  I rub the root of my nose, being self-aware once again. Time shows the middle of the night, still late. Though I don't feel like sleeping anymore. His affectionate look is faded in my mind till I couldn't remember his face anymore. It's like a ghost of something I once lost.

  I look back at the table with jumbled up letters that I left last night. I decided to start some 'play pretend detective' work to try and figure out where and who this person is. They began sending personal letters again a few days back, talking about me and Francis. And I got suspicious, and so I continued working on it.

[[ FRANCIS' POV ]]

  "Okay, that's the last of 'em." I say with a groan after placing down the last crate of milk down for one of the neighbors, Nacha.. Or should I say my ex.

  "Hm, still quite loyal huh?" She huffs, like the usual attitude when she's with me. I sigh and took out my clipboard.

  "Ba- Nacha. I'm doing what's right for Anas, alright?" I try to make my point calmly. Ever since we broke up, I decided to let her take care of Anastacha as I'm unable to provide her things. We may have broke up, but we have to do what's best for her. But ever since that, Nacha became.. Doubtful towards me about most things.

  "I appreciate your effort, but you don't have to fake it for long." She looks at me with sharp eyes as I hand her the contract.