Mystic Messenger x Reader One Shots

Let the Sun Shine Through

I sat on the bed in Rika's apartment, the covers over my legs. The room was illuminated by Seven's computer, the only sound was his typing.

I couldnt believe he was actually here with me. But he was being a jackass, only pushing me away from him.

I got out my phone, and checked the time. It was already 1 in the morning. I got on the messenger, it seemed like nobody was on. I glanced at Seven, who seemed too focused on his computer to know anything was going on.

I quickly typed out,

I can't keep doing this.

I need to go.

I was at a bad place when I first came here.

And its getting worse.

God, I shouldve left when I had the chance.

Im so sorry I've lied to you guys. You dont know me at all. None of you..

You dont even know what I look like.

It hurts me.

I cant keep doing this.

I looked at Seven, and saw that he completely ignored his phone, which buzzed each time I sent a text. I bit my lip, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I laid my head on the back of the wall, my body tensing while I pulled the covers over my head and sobbed into my arm. He was ignoring me. He was hurting me. Way more than he thought.

I kept telling myself it was for a good purpose.

I knew how he felt. I used to think that pushing people away was the only way to protect them. Because you're dangerous, you'd tell yourself, its the only way they'll be safe. It's quite the opposite, actually. Once you push them away, they are the ones that are helpless. Left to fend for themselves. They dont have anything to protect them.

And then, in the blink of an eye, they're gone from your life forever.

The tears fell from my eyes faster, and my phone lit up. Somebody was texting in the chatroom. I looked over at Seven, who was still focused on his stupid computer.

I opened up the chat room, seeing that Yoosung was on.

Yoosung: Are you okay? Don't think like that. Sure, we don't know what you look like, and we cant tell if you're really doing okay, but we care enough to ask. Don't worry, after the party everything will be okay. I promise.

I sniffled a little, my tears subsiding.

Yoosung, I typed out, I dont think I'll be staying long after the party. I can't keep doing this. I've said that too many times. Basically, I've given up. Even if we do get through this... I still wont be good. I'm not Rika, I'm not good with people. Its easy for me to hide behind this screen and socialize with all of you. Once you meet me, you'll see how disgusting I really am. And I wont let that happen.

I looked up at Seven once I sent the message, and felt my blood freeze when I saw his golden eyes staring back. His eyes had tears in them. He was holding his phone with shaking hands.

I slowly looked back down at the white covers, my hands shaking as I saw that Seven had entered the chat room. I could still feel his gaze on me, as I slowly typed, Im sorry.

No reply.

None.

I kicked the covers off of me, doing everything in my power not to look at Seven. I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I looked into the mirror, I didn't even recognize myself. My (E/C) eyes had become so dark..

Was I not eating enough? I was skipping meals...

I gripped my head, feeling pain rush through. I gritted my teeth, tears falling down my cheeks.

It was getting worse.

I glitched out, my body fizzing in and out of existence. "Fuck," I whispered. I was starting to hyperventilate. All I had to do was calm down, and the glitching would go.

I took a few deep breaths.

Why did this happen to me?

Because I was greedy? Because I just wished to be happy? To be here, in this world, where the fictional characters I loved came to life?

This wasnt happiness. This was torture.

I thought I could handle this.

I can't.

I bit my arm again to hold in the sobs that were threatening to come from my mouth. This was so hard, hiding the truth from people who were now real. I knew all their secrets, but I had to keep pretending. I had to keep pretending to be innocent.

I had to keep pretending to be someone I wasnt.

My phone shook in my shaking hand, as I saw that Seven left the chat room. Yoosung kept sending worrying texts along the lines of, "Are you okay?" or, "Whats going on?"

Please, just let me get my happy ending.

Just let everything be alright.

Let the sun shine through this darkened world.

Let me be happy.