Vox x Reader

Writings of the past

It's been months, yet his book has stayed unfinished. I've started a habit as of recent, when I feel I can't get out of bed—which is most days—I lead myself to the rickety bookshelf that stands in front of my bed. There sleeps my best friend's diary. A book, marking important events from the first week of Hell, to the last days in my home, a story I read a sentence of each opening.

I sit up in bed, my eyes still as heavy as weights when they open. The warm, humid air of hell seeping in through my window. Despite the window being opened, my curtain covers the opening, allowing my room to be a foil against the fiery skies of this world.

Yawning, I shuffle my heavy legs to the shelf, which basically served as a lifeline. At this rate. I reach for the book on the top, it's cover worn, tattered and tan. I almost smile at the torn pages before remembering why this book stays half empty. I bring my eyes to the page, scanning for the previous day's sentence.

Within a few seconds I spot it, I carefully bring a finger to the page, the old paper leaving a sensation on my skin. Here's what today's sentence says...

"I guess sometimes I have to move on from things that keep bringing me stress (I'll listen to my heart this time) :)"

The writing soft and round, like I had always remembered. Orion's words leave some sort of resonation inside my chest. It was odd, sometimes it's like the sentence I read was advice. Like he could see me right now... If only. With muscle memory my hands move, the actions careful treating the book in a delicate manner as I place it back in place. I let my eyes linger on the diary, a couple of seconds more.

Making my way to my kitchen I find myself reflecting on the words. How did I plan using his advice today? As I mindlessly make coffee, thoughts race. For starters, what makes me stressed.

Being here without Orion.

A thought I had been suppressing, voices itself ever so clearly. Recently I haven't been shoving them away though. Of course, but what else?

Thinking I can list a few things, but one sticks out. I take it into recognition as I sit to drink my coffee. I sit in one of the two stools at my counter. One empty to my right. I glance beside me, my heart plunging a knife into itself, per usual.

I take out my sketchbook, beginning to sketch lines upon lines. Soft features, gentle textures, faded expressions, and memorable details all making their way from pencil to page. A portrait of a muse stares back at me. I stupidly bring a hand to the sketch, hoping I could feel him once more.

It's a strange yearning. I will admit that.

Sighing, I believe I'm done now. I close the cover, setting aside the book. The sketchbook owning a personal spot on the marble counter, where it is returned. Its pages have been filled of memories of a specific boy. One who can't leave my heart, so I've learned to embraced it. I do miss him though, again, it's a sort of longing. One for my Orion.

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I've decided what Orion's advice meant for today. I decided on the stroll to work. If I don't chicken out, that will have been my last journey there. As I walk into the place, I'm greeted by no one, seeing as how everyone knows me as a shitty person. Which they aren't wrong. But there is more to me. Plus, everyone here sucks. I grab some paperwork, some from a stack rarely touched. This is because no one here quits, you're fired. Though, recently Vox has laid off that action. Of course he has, with Y/n back in his life—back in the influence of decisions.

I make my way through all the brooding desks and offices. I glance at each computer, and each worker. None of them really feeling real. The sound of drama echoes in the air from the floor above where the action happens.

Once seated at the large desk, that had been shared once, I scribble information down on the paper. My name, my reasoning, my experience, I was sure they'd understand.

The minute my shift is over the sheet is left in a bin for Vox.

Goodbye.

Hey gang! Lowkey had my last exams today >:P

It is currently one in the morning. But will that stop me from giving you a bit extra?

Nah.

:)

Enjoy these cuz I lost a lot of sleep tonight.
Here's are the goons' like... "alive designs"

AS PEOPLE?!

Okay goodnight guys!:)
Next chapter should be in Y/n's perspective

-Cd

(When I pulled out my laptop and began writing I sent this to Lizzy) (she wasn't and isn't awake)

Edit;
For those still invested, I've moved from this fandom a lot. Over the past few months I'm sure it's been obvious. But I've tried to make the effort to stay and keep pushing myself to write. I had a lovely time writing for you all. This was a beautiful experience. I'm gonna continue writing fanfics and all that here, but expect this one to be on the back burner. I'll get to it every once in a while! Short chapters likely, but I'll try to keep up with it. I love you all!