𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 ┃𝑉𝑜𝑥 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝘹𝘹. 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤

a/n: get ready guys...
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Vel

Vel:
𝐕𝐎𝐗 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓.

You:
What?
Wait, r u fr?

Vel:
Yes! I swear

You:
What happened?

Vel:
I don't think I should be the one to tell you that... all I can say is that he electrocuted himself.

You:
TF? Is he okay?

Vel:
Hm...let me fucking think about that. YES! He's bouncing off the walls with joy!!

You:
Wait, he can electrocute himself? I've seen him drink water and stuff...

Vel:
Like I said, I can't and refuse to be the person to tell you all of this. Come to the hospital as soon as you can. Please.

You:
omw.

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You rushed to your car, throwing your satchel in the passenger seat as you cranked the keys in, slamming down on the pedal. On the way to the hospital, you had to remind yourself to keep calm and not swerve off to the side in your state of weighing trepidation.

Please let him be okay... He'll be okay.

Vox...

My Vox.

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( EARLIER THAT DAY... )

Velvette's words of confidence were enough to give Vox a lot more reassurance. Yes, this would be it. He'd finally fill the hole (well, both) that continuously beat at him with every inch of his body. Every moment, every second, and every day of his time was devoted to you. He knew that his love for you would be engraved on his very being—it was something that would always stay with him. This was both a blessing and a curse.

As his best friend, Velvette was prone to guessing what was and wasn't wrong with him. She had never seen Vox in love with another woman or man as her time with him as he progressed. Of course, she had seen people in love before—but the way Vox carried himself, she always knew that there was something particularly special about you. There was someone—something—binding the two of you together. She didn't know what it was, or if even you knew yourself. But there just had to be a reason that drives Vox's obsession. She's tried asking him before, yet Vox is quick to change the subject. Despite knowing this, Velvette shoots her shot anyway...