Chrollo x Reader - OneShot

Moon light

It happened again.

Once again he has lost someone who was more important to him, than anyone else on this world, forgotten by God.
The scenario still played like a video tape in front of his eyes. The cold rain was the last thing that could keep him and his mind still awake. Nothing could make the man so easily upset. But also after every murder and burglary, he was still a human like any other.
 The wind stroked playfully through his hair. Yes, she liked to play with his hair and now she is gone. Maybe her soul was now with him and stroked his dark hair. Yes, Chrollo believed that you had a soul. As with Uvo before ...Would the two be good on the other hand? They deserved it ...
But he didn't it. His soul was darker than the night sky itself.
He was nothing more than the darkness in person. God really had to hate him, if he let the man like that. Yes, God hadn't  forgotten him. He took his only light and pulled him back into the complete darkness. Lucilfer was ultimately a traitor. He did not deserve to be happy.
 A tear slid down his blood-covered cheek. There was no one to look at him. He was alone, for only the light of the moon and the rain to greet his presence. With this feeling, he had to struggle all his life.

 The sight of the lifeless body made his blood freeze again. It has been leaned against a tree with her back, or she had slipped down. Her eyes were a little up and out of the nose and the mouth was a streak of blood. Her skin has already become paler than ever, and her clothes were shredded. She was blank, but her eyes were still barely open, filled with pain. Pain, despair and ... hope. She must have hoped that he would come to save her. That he would come and tell her everything. He should have done so long ago. But he didn't . He did not come, and now it was much too late to say anything else.

"I have already told you everything important"

Her voice sounded like a shattered chandelier in his head.
 The corpse seemed lighter than it was. The image reminded him of his deceased mother. At that time he was small and did not really understand what was happening, because she was not often with him. Now he understood much. Too much. The head of the black-haired screamed and the tears fell one by one with the rain to the ground.
Kuroro felt like his knees softened. The shock wave was over and reality struck him with the ice-cold truth. Or perhaps it was the Kurta chain, that had devoured his heart?

It was too much.
His mind went crazy, because he had never felt such a strong loss before. But why? The troop was still alive and would be ready to destroy and destroy other lives.

"I like you very much Chrollo!", for the second time he heard the glass splitter of her voice.

His eyes widened and the man sank on his weak knees, into the dirt. The figil, drawn like a nightmare for him, was showed him, the moon and the rain, in its entire splendor.

...

"Chrollo ...?"

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So looool hi. Welcome to my first drabble. I'm not used to write in English, so I am very sorry if the grammar and other stuff are not the best hahah
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