Recover and Progress

Realization

Don't forget to check out Twisted and Burned to read about the lovers point of view.

Chapter 1:

Her touch, the brush of her skin, her voice and the deep look in her eyes. They were all wrong, every detail and every piece. As much as I thought I would like it, I didn't. Not one bit, because they weren't hers. They weren't the ones I actually wanted or really desired. No one could replace the ghost feeling of my true want and need. I need her, scratch that I want her, lust or even impulse. Every single part from head to toe. God. I miss it. I fucked up.

"Vanitas? Why'd you stop?" A brunette laid underneath him as she stared up at his beautiful face while running her hands through his raven hair. "Did I do something?" She tilted her head to the side to get a better look upon his expressionless motions.

He stared at her like she was someone he didn't know. Of course she doesn't know what's going on through his head. Without a word or another thought Vanitas pulled away from her and sat on the edge of his bed. He wasn't sure what was going on in his head anymore.

Vanitas wasn't the guy that thinks much, if anything he thought with something else, but recently it was bad. Real bad. It was as if something in his mind or soul just clicked and he realized that he just wasn't happy. Instead he was a real asshole to people. Never cared for much and always got what he wanted. It was like if anyone looked into his golden hues then they would practically do his bidding, as if his smile wasn't enough either.

"Well are you going to answer me?" The brunette sat up slowly and moved towards him trying to get him to look at her. She wanted him but he didn't want her and that made her jealous. The closer she got the more he wouldn't look at her. "Awe come on Vanitas. I know you want to." As her voice lowered she sat behind him and wrapped her legs around his waist to bite the tip of his ear. "Just come back to bed."

Vanitas growled low in the back of his throat out of disgust. He's been with this woman for months, hell 8 months and she didn't satisfy him like the other one did. With his anger growing he pushed her off and stood up. "Enough Olette. Get the hell out." His back was toward her and he didn't make any movements to look at her, but only lifted up his arm and pointed to the door. He didn't need to see her, he knew how she was, even though he stood in front of the mirror.

"Getting aggravated now are we? What's gotten into you Vanitas? You've never acted like this before." Once again she moved slowly still trying to persuade his mind back toward the bed. "We can forget all about this, if you just come and lay down." With every attempt he still didn't move and her frustration was only building. Eventually she stood up and ran her hand down his back and the muscles on his arms. She would get him back even if it killed him.

Vanitas snatched Olette's hand as she got closer around his body. "Olette. I said no. I mean it. Don't piss me off anymore than you already have." He threw her hand away and walked over to the door to open it while retaining his anger. He couldn't help but get mad that's all anyone ever did was piss him off but not his maiden not his one and only true desire. She knew how to calm him and even relax him. Just by looking into her eyes he could relax but still all of that was gone.

"We both know you won't go back down that road. You tried so hard to get out of it. Now I'm going to go to the store and act like none of this happened, when I get back I expect an apology and an explanation." Her words were like fire and ice being spit out of her mouth. She was so beyond frustration that she was the one that wanted to do something instead of him. Fumbling around the room and looking for her clothes that she struggled to put on, she couldn't help but glance at the look on his face after ever piece she slid on. It was anger, something in him changed and she could tell that. She knew in the beginning he never wanted her as she was only there to keep him company. She couldn't help falling in love with such a beast. Pulling her shirt down quickly and getting the creases out she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder to walk out.