YOUR POV;
It had been months since 《REDACTED》's death. Many more were to follow him. For a while, members of Panic! At the Disco, my favorite band, hid in secret while living freely with their names proudly on display. Eventually, Ryan, Spencer, and Jon were all also killed. It was only a matter of time the three of them and their band would fade into obscurity as all information of their names on the internet would he wiped- presumably by government.
The Man With His Arms Around Me had kept me close in these months, they were rough for him, and in doing so me and the girl with the rat skull necklace drifted further and further apart. She came to resent me for my undying support for this new revolution, and I came to resent her for her rigid and harsh ways. She refused to let me call her her name, forcing us to become strangers.
As I sat in the living room of our shared apartment with the man, the girl with the rat skull necklace barged in.
"What did I tell you about having HIM over?" She yells. Her voice sounded like a volcano, firey hot with anger, and a plan to kill. I wince at the sound. "HE puts US at risk of being killed because of his association with those dumbass sellouts!"
"He's not gonna put us at risk! We've been compliant!" I retort, and he hugs me, holding me close. I can sense his unease, feel his fear. I dissolve in guilt and hold him in automatic response.
But she won't back down, and she's now stepping closer, becoming more aggressive. It's the first time I've seen her like this and the rat skull rattles and swings as her berating becomes near too much to bear.
I'm finally on the verge of tears before I'm begging her to stop. Screaming at her to stop.
But she won't stop.
Of course she won't.
She'll keep going and going, screaming and berating me and the man with his arms around me, who was now grasping onto me like I was his mother, and he was scared watching a movie.
It was only when she would ask me "What do you even see in this pathetic forgetful scum?" That I would break.
"Get out." I seethe.
"What?"
"Get OUT." I repeat. The words spewed from between my teeth with a dash of poison.
"YOU get out!" The girl with the rat skull necklace roared.
I stand up stiff and abrupt, the man's arms slipped off my body and he was quick to follow me actions.
I got up close to the woman I had shared an apartment with, been best friends with for years and years. With a quick yank, the rat skull necklace was ripped from her throat.
I drop it to the ground and crush it under my shoe.
"Fine. We'll be leaving then." I hissed. "Come along now, Darling." I hum to the man, walking to me room to gather a small suitcase of belongings. I didn't have much since my ex roommate had become paranoid about any sort of noun being spoken, so I managed to get everything.
Along my way out, I noticed the woman standing in the same place as she had been earlier. On the ground the remnants of the skull were brushed together, and some droplets of what seemed to be water accompanied them.
Halfway out the door, I heard her voice one last time; "You're gonna die out there, Y/N." I freeze. "You're gonna die and he'll be the reason."
I sneer, and as I shut the door I spat back; "At least that's a life I want to live, Willow."
The door slams, and the man, my man, the only person I had left, pulled me into a hug. He was apologetic for the moment, but I refused to let him think this was his fault.
"It was a long time coming, Darling... that was just my final straw." I said to try and comfort him, leading him down and out of my apartment building and dropping of my key.
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Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait and short chapter. Really bad writers block... I'm planing a cuter chapter to come because I don't want this book to remain too dismal lol
Happy new year btw! I hope everyone's been doing good. I've been listening to Dallon's old band, The Brobecks and their remaster of Happiest Nuclear Winter. [Top listener according to stats.fm not to brag but to brag 😝]
Anyways, I'll try to keep updates on my page about this story, and try to get another chapter out soon. Thanks for reading!!
note; TYSM FOR 100 READS ILYSM MWAH <333
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The Man With His Arms Around Me ~Dallon Weekes x Reader~
RomanceIn a world were names were banned, people started to refer to each other by defining characteristics. You're the one with vibrant hair, and you meet the man of you're dreams at a concert of your favorite band. Him, the one with his arms around you. ...
