What is Stronger Than Love? (Shizuo Heiwajima X reader)

(Chapter 13) What it is Like to Love Someone Who Doesn't Love You Back

NOTE: (y/ln)=your last name
            (y/fn)=your first name
            (y/ec)=your eye color
            (y/hc)=your hair color
            (y/hl)=your hair length
            (y/w)=your weight
            (y/fc)=your favorite color
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An entire month has passed.

--- Shizuo's point of view ---

It'd be a lie to say that either (y/fn) or Shizuo had moved on.

Both suffered in their own ways.

Shizuo suffering was more noticeable compared to (y/fn)'s. However time did have a way of making it feel either more bearable or unbearable.

The blonde was temporarily laid off from his job until he pulled himself out of his rut. His pain had pacified him. However despite his sorrows he was slowly returning to his definition of normality.

Shizuo went about his new regular morning routine.

Wake up. Think of (y/fn.)

Smoke. Think of (y/fn).

Take a shower.(smoke in the shower and think of (y/fn).

Drink milk. Think of (y/fn).

He currently had no work but he also had no motivation for work.

So Shizuo Heiwajima turned on the T.V.

--- (y/fn)'s point of view ---

Time didn't make things easier, especially not when every tabloid, reporter, fan, grandmas, and dog was interested in your side of the past with Shizuo.

For an entire month, any outsider you came in contact with dropped the name of your heart's destroyer.

"Do you forgive Shizuo?"

"We haven't seen you with Shizuo since the release of the information, is there a correlation between this?"

"Shizuo Shizuo Shizuo Shizuo."

However despite the speaking of his name, the blonde was no where to be found when you took to the streets.

A month had promoted you to attempt to distract yourself from the honey eyed monster.

And you distracted yourself with Kyo.

Kyo took you into the city regularly. The two of you were now doing more than posing as a couple, you were actually becoming a couple.

--- mini flash back ---

It was a week night.

You were standing in front of the vanity of your hotel room.

A beautiful dress was strapped around your curves. Jewels and sequences were accenting your bust and hips. Trails of glistening sequences decorated the ends of your dress. (*imagine any styled long floor length dress you want*)
A slit was cut into your dress up to your mid thigh. A garter was framing your thigh muscles. Your lean leg was exposed and tempting but classy.

Your (y/hl) (y/hc) locks were in a sophisticated almost beehive styled bun. Jewels were woven in your locks to highlight the color of your silky hair.

Your (y/ec) were highlighted with natural colored make up. Long lashes batted and shielded your gorgeous stare. Plump lips would appear to beg your date for a kiss. Blush accented your cheeks. You were even more illuminatingly gorgeous than a woman on her wedding day.

This wasn't your wedding.
This was your date night.

You'd be attending a fancy dinner with Kyo.