Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

The Fire That Could Not Burn: Goodbye to the Girl Who Never Was Mine

 Connor awoke to the sensation of an empty bed, the sheets cold and the space next to him vacant. The lingering scent of (F/N) had dissipated, leaving only an eerie silence in the room. Panic surged through him like a wave of nausea, quickly followed by a growing sense of worry. Without hesitation, he sprang out of bed, his heart hammering in his chest, and rushed across the room to throw open the door. The hallway was shrouded in darkness, with every light switched off, and the clock on the wall displayed the time as 8 in the morning.

"(F/N)!!!" his voice cried out, filled with desperation and urgency. He frantically searched the area, his heart pounding with fear and anxiety, hoping for even the slightest sign or noise, but the oppressive, suffocating silence offered no reassurance. The fear of that fucking book hurting her consumed his mind. Then he saw it as he rushed into the living room. Through the window, he caught sight of the car he despised so fervently – The sleek black Mercedes. A bouquet of deep red roses, adorned with delicate baby's breath and elegantly wrapped in a black satin ribbon, rested elegantly on the shiny hood of the car.

A frown creased his forehead as he glanced at the roses and the car. The snow-white hair of a figure caught his eye as he leaned against the smooth exterior. A surge of anger coursed through him as Satoru leaned in, his every movement taunt, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from a dazed (Y/N) cheek. Her chin lifted, and her big, doe-like (E/C) eyes locked onto Satoru's intense, blazing blues.

They shared a look between them. Not just any look, the one that had left Connor in ruins so long ago, one filled with fire and burning desire, all from Satoru. Jealously consumed Connors's veins in seconds, erupting over his whole body as his fists clenched tightly by his side. Why was Satoru in the driveway again? The betrayal cut through him like a knife, leaving him raw and exposed.

His heart stopped... or maybe even ceased. Deep sorrow surged within, overwhelming his every sense and distorting the fleeting happiness he had experienced moments before. Reality hit him, making him fall hard, the worst outcome imaginable. Satoru took a single, purposeful step forward. The anticipation of closeness filled the air. Closing the distance between him and the woman who had made Connor's life better, his world brighter. His palm tenderly enveloped her lower back, pulling her closer as he sought comfort and solace in her reassuring presence.

Connor could feel the exhaustion sinking into his bones, the weariness of constantly yearning for someone who was clearly enamored with Gojo Satoru. It felt like an endless cycle of waiting, hoping for a sliver of attention that never came. No matter how hard Connor attempted to push Satoru out of (F/N)'s thoughts, it seemed that Satoru always emerged victorious in this silent competition. Despite Connor's efforts, Satoru's presence loomed over every thought and emotion that belonged to (F/N). It pained Connor to realize that he had been naive to hold on to any glimmer of hope. "You fool, Connor," he scolded himself inwardly.

Connor had a deep understanding of the situation; he had been aware of this truth even before reappearing in their lives, and he had witnessed it firsthand. The love that existed between the two had not diminished over time; instead, it had burned brighter with each passing day but neither of them wanted to admit it. Until the fire they held for each other overflowed into what he was seeing now.

He watched with the sick feeling of his stomach twisting, making bile rise from his throat, as Satoru's eyes skirted from those lips and then down her figure, dressed only in an oversized shirt. Connor's shirt. One hand skirted down to her backside. A deep blush crossed his (F/N) cheeks, bringing color to her (S/C) flesh. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip as his eyes locked with hers, lips only inches apart. He was stealing everything. The same girl, the same breathless gaze, everything. Satoru was stealing it away.