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"He loves you more than you think."
"I thought...you didn't like Vox."
"I don't. But I like seeing you happy."
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 in poor attempt to try and reflect upon yourself. So much has happened for you to be able to comprehend it all. From you and Vox kissing to him declaring his undying love for you—there were a lot of grey areas and unspoken truths that remained unsaid.
There were so many things raking through your mind. This happened all too often ever since you re-encountered Vox. You close your eyes, replaying the previous scene in your head:
"I love you too," you say to where he used to stand.
Yes. You loved him. But you weren't IN love with him. You loved him like you'd love a best friend. To protect them, shield them from their problems, and chase away any harm that came their way. You wanted to be Vox's knight in shining armor.
You felt a sense of giddiness and belief in yourself when seeing him. Like you want to squeeze him and never let go.
It's not like you didn't love him when you were dating him. Actually, you loved him a lot. It's just... hard to ignite old feelings.
You lie in bed, your wearied eyes boring daggers into the pale color of your ceiling. A finger lifts up to your eye to wipe away the crust, and your throat rumbles with a groan as you begin to shift yourself awake.
Once you shuffle up to sit properly in the bed, you reach over to grab your phone, skimming through your daily notifications.
"(Y/N)?"
You jump up, scrambling to pick up your phone when you see Alastor, peering over your bedside.
"Alastor?!" you sputter out.
He chuckles, tossing his cane playfully from hand to hand. "Yes, darling?"
You find yourself shaking your head, looking up at the deer demon with a baffled expression. "What...are you doing here?"
Alastor shrugs, sitting down at the foot of your bed next to you. "Why does anyone do anything? Sheer absolute BOREDOM!" he pauses. "But...Charlie may have strongly hinted that I pay you a visit."
You laugh. "I figured."
His smile never softens, but it looks all the less tighter than before. "It regards the television, doesn't it?" he asks.
