Scourge X Reader

Pain

Months have passed. And you started feeling worse and worse. All you did was cry, and think of Scourge while wearing his sunglasses and jacket. During the months, you went to the bathroom with a knife. You took your shirt off, and used the knife to cut two open wounds on your chest like Scourge's scars. You then wiped the blood off your chest, and wrote Scourge's name on the mirror. "Where are you Scourge?" You asked yourself in the mirror. To the present day, you felt alone, sad, and cold. You looked down on your chest, and saw your two gigantic scars. Suddenly, the door knocked. You slowly got up, and walked to the door. You opened it, hoping it was Scourge, but it wasn't. It was a man with a letter. "Hello, are you __________?" He asked. "Yeah...," you say. "I have a letter for you from this guy named Scourge." "Scourge?!" You asked, frantically. "OH MY GOD! GIVE ME! GIVE ME! GIVE ME!" You snatched the letter, and slammed the door. "Uh, a tip is customary," he said. You then quickly opened the door, gave him change, and slammed it again. You quickly opened the letter, and read it. "Dear __________, It's been months since you left, and I have felt completely terrible. I thought of you ever day, and dreamed of you every night. So that's when I finally came clear. In the next few seconds after you read this letter, I will be outside your doorstep. Love, your Scourgy." A few seconds after you read it, the door knocked. You slowly got up and walked to it. You put your hand on the knob, turned it, and slowly opened it. When you opened. Your eyes widened.