Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Forced (Part 2)

I don't know how I managed to drag myself back to my tent. Just that when I woke up my body felt too heavy to even move.

Still, I made my way to the bathroom. Washing my face, I took a breath before actually looking in the mirror to see the faint purple color now on my lips.

The color of beginning bruises. The color of lavenders. The color of frostbite.

The color of evening skies that I would watch with him. The color of the bracelet I never take off just because it's from him.

The color of him.

The color of love.

The color of Aris.

Gripping the sides of the sink, I dropped my head as I started quietly sobbing.

I love him. I will always love him, and I just want him back. Why can't I have him back? What even happened? Why did it happen? Why would him leaving ever be what's best for me?

I know what's best for me. Not him. I always have. Between heaven and hell, freedom and prison, cold and warmth, I have always known that I would find my way to him through it all.

At least, that's what I thought. Now I don't know what to believe. I don't know what's real.

Just that I already miss him, and I don't know how I can get him back. If he can kiss me and leave me in one minute, how am I supposed to act like I hate him? How can I act like he's been anything less than loving? I mean even if he has me crying at the crack of dawn, there wasn't even anger inside of me. At least not towards him.

Whatever the reason for this is though, whoever did this, I hate the more than the creators, and I put that on my past, present, and future self.

Aris's P.O.V

This is for the best, this is for the best, this is for the best. It's better this way. It will always be better this way.

She won't stop glancing at me. I can see it. I can see her watching me through the corner of my eyes.

I don't look back. I made the mistake of meeting her gaze once and immediately regretted it. Her face was all puffy, her eyes were red, her expression was broken, and her lips were purple.

This is better than what it could be though. It's better her tears be from me than someone's hand. I know how to hurt her softly, how to be gentle and loving when I do.

They wouldn't. Nobody would.

Seeing her put her shoulders up and grin when Harriet came over to talk to her, I figured I may as well get it over with. After this, I would never have to worry about it again.

Putting my food to the side, I stood up to meet her where I said I would, holding back tears as I did. She didn't need to know just how much this destroyed me. She didn't deserve to.

Heading past a few people, I made my way behind the Builder's shed to see that she was already there. Taking a breath, I kept my hands in my pockets as I walked out of sight from everybody else, a few feet away from her.

"I did it. I'm not with Y/N anymore,"I spoke up. Glancing over, she had a completely blank expression to the heart shattering information.

"Good,"She shrugged.

"Really? Is it really good? Come on. You can't tell me you don't see her face,"I snapped without thinking. Still, she remained nonchalant about it all.

"This wouldn't have to happen if you just left her alone. Remember that this is the best thing. We don't want you corrupting her,"Beth shrugged.

"I never would have hurt her. Ever. Why can't you understand that?"

"And I'm just supposed to believe that? No. I can't. So you stay away from her. Don't even go near her."

"You're wrong for this. For making me do this,"I scowled.

"I didn't make you do anything. I just gave you the choice. Either I hurt her until she's worse than you, or you leave her. You are the one who decided that she wasn't worth fighting for. You weren't forced to do anything. You just couldn't love her enough, and now she hates you. She hates you, and it's nobody's fault but your own."