Toxic Love

Pain

This is my first ever story, so I hope you like it ☺️!
I suggest to listen to Cigarettes out the window by Tv Girl, as this chapter gives off this vibe !

Third person POV:
        Love. Neteyam knows what it is. Love is heavily expressed all around him in Pandora City. He knows what the feeling is, he's felt it multiple times, with multiple people in his life. But this person. This person is making him feel a way that he's never felt before. He knows love is supposed to be all about affection and attraction; but this person... This person makes him feel like a piece of shit. And somehow, he still feels like he can't like without them. It hurts his soul and mind to admit this, but he is obsessed with this person. This person holds a special place in him, and if stripped from him, he will perish in pain and anguish, with a deep, hollow pit in his heart.
Neteyam's POV:
        I stare into the sunset on an abandoned rooftop I found when I first moved to Pandora City. I let the wind sway my braids back and forth, the sound of my beads clinking against each other. My ears twitch and move around to every noise I can hear. I let out a long puff of smoke from my cigarette, letting it consume me, whilst I wait for it to take me away into an alluring high that will hopefully distract me from all of my aching feelings. I sigh, knowing deep down that it won't. I stub it out, then I throw it down to the ground. The taste of weed stays in my mouth. I grimace, as I turn to look at my phone, checking the time, and checking if maybe, just maybe, someone took the time out of their day to text me. I open the phone, with a sliver of hope hidden within me, only to be crushed at what I see. Hot tears brim my eyes. No new notifications. I close my eyes, letting the tears stream down my face, and onto my shirt. I wrap my tail around my leg for some type of comfort. I feel so.. Alone. I try to envision myself and my family together again, trying to feel a moment of delight for the first time in 2 months of my shitty ass life. Nothing. I open my eyes, my tears becoming cold, just like my life.
I close my eyes again, trying once again, and this time I see something, but it's not something I wanted to see. It was him. He was in my mind. The long moments I spent with him were in my mind. The way he kissed my skin in places no one has ever even dared to touch, was in my mind. I open my eyes, my breath quicking one after the other. My body is shaking. Then I realize, this isn't my shirt, it was his. These weren't my cigarettes, they were his. I didn't find this rooftop, he did.
I want to run. Run away from this. Run away from everything. I run down the stairs of the building. I run down the block, passing other Navi, some confused by my actions, others laughing. I don't care. My mind is all foggy and unclear. I run far. Far away from him. I run, my legs moving before my mind can tell them to. Tears start coming down on my face again. My eyes are all puffed up. My nose is stuffy. My breathing is unstable. I slow down, and my mind is finally clearing up. I look up at where I'm at, and my eyes widen. My heart starts aching again, and the feeling of emptiness and agony comes back to me, but way more stronger than before. I'm at his house. At his doorstep. I stumble forward, and I trip over one of the steps, falling on my knees. I close my eyes, I just want to just disintegrate into little dust particles and fly away along with the wind. My ears start twitching to the sound of someone walking. I look up in fear. No. Ewya, please no. I'm begging you. I hear the door open and my eyes do too. I look up, and we lock eyes. It was Him.

Total words: 695
Thanks for reading ☺️!