Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

A Heavy Role

Aris’s P.O.V

I don't know how to make this better. I’m not sure I could, even if I tried. I’m not sure any amount of love or answers could make her look at me the same.

She used to cling to me at night, holding my hands as she cuddled up to my chest. She used to tell me she loved me every morning when she woke up. She used to jump into my arms when she got home, letting me spin her around before setting her down and kissing her.

She stays so far on the edge of the bed she's about to fall off now. She doesn't even look at me. She doesn't talk to me. She’s just there.

Is there any universe where this was different? Where the truth will actually set me free? Is there any universe where my happiness is forever?

“Y/N?”I whispered. She didn't respond. She doesn't respond to a lot of what I say now.

Closing my eyes, I stopped the tears from falling before looking at her, her back facing me and her arms still hugging herself as she ignored my existence. “You used to love me. You said you would always love me. When we were younger, you swore we would be forever. You promised nothing would change that,”I whispered.

Curling herself into a ball, she stayed silent.

“I’m sorry. For all of it. I love you so much. So, so much. It's why I didn't want to lie to you anymore. It's why I couldn't. You mean too much. You mean everything to me.”

“You lied to me for years.”

Her voice was ice cold, sending uncomfortable chills down my spine. Yet somehow the anger in her tone, the way she had once spoken so softly to me only to speak to me with resentment I didn't know one person could have, wasn't the worst part.

It was the fact that she was right.

“I’m sorry. I didn't know what would happen if I told you. I tried to forget it, but I couldn't. When I knew I wouldn't, I knew you had to know.”

“Maybe that. Or maybe because you're not dumb enough to try to have a family with someone while keeping secrets. It might just be the one good thing you knew.”

“I would have told you earlier if I knew how.”

“You should have figured it out. I mean you have to have been pretty smart to be WICKED’s loyal worker, right?”

“I don't know. I don't know if that's true. Sometimes I think they just picked four kids at random,”I admitted.

“I still hate you for it.”

“For working for them or keeping it from you?”

“Both. Mainly the second one but definitely both.”

“Do you still love me? Even just a little bit?”I quietly begged, my voice cracking as I waited for whatever she had to say.

She didn't say anything. She just moved further away, her head curled in her hands.

“Y/N, please say you still love me?”I pleaded.

“I hate you.”

“But you can love me too.”

“Aris-”
“Tell me you love me-”
“I hate you, Aris-”
“Just say you still want me-”
“I don't know how-”
“Please-”
“I don't know, okay?! I don't know right now!”She screamed, finally looking at me, quickly sitting up on the bed.

“Y/N, please?”I whispered.

“I don't know, okay? I don't-I don't know how I feel. I don't know what I’m supposed to do,”She cried, her tears spilling over. Pressing her palms to her eyes, her shoulders shook as strangled, pained sounds left her.