LEFT BEHIND ❮JOKER FANFIC❯

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"Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart? Well, you could try sleeping in my bed."

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Is it my fault?

Mya didn't see this coming. She had turned a blind eye to the signs that were there, not willing to believe. Not wanting to. The night she thought had gone perfectly. But that thought ended quickly when she woke up alone bare underneath silk covers in a bed that was meant for two, and was greeted by silence and the cold. She couldn't see or sense his presence. It was no longer here. Most likely leaving soundlessly sometime during the middle of the night.

There was no note. No type of message whatsoever.

No warning.

Joker just left.

He left her behind.

Her. Mya Reyes. The one person in this cold cruel world that he'd never do wrong, never ever hurt. Or at least that's what she had thought. How could he? After everything they've been through together. There were multiple times where she could've--should've took the opportunity to leave, especially when then started to go south. But she didn't. That wasn't the kind of person she was. To leave someone she loved when they needed her.

What changed?

Is it my fault?

That's one of the many questions Mya's been asking herself. She sat up, covering her self with the sheets and looked around the luxurious hotel room they had been staying in together. A solemn look come over her face as she pushed the bed covers and went to find something to put on; a night gown. Then she started pacing, while desperately trying to figure out why.

J wouldn't do that to her. He wouldn't abandon her, he loved her. Mya was just overreacting. But at the same time had the sinking feeling that she wasn't. Suddenly her cellphone lit up on the nightstand and in two strides she snatched it up eyes full of hope that it was him.

Missed Call : Mama Reyes

It was her mother. She felt herself physically deflate. Typing in the passcode then scrolling to her contacts she paused on the one with the Joker emoji. Call him. They just need to talk, and he needed to explain, they both needed to communicate.

"Okay..." Mya exhales bringing the phone up to her ear as it rang.

And when nothing happened she tried again, and again, and again...

"The person you are trying to reach is not--"

The cellphone was thrown across the room and hit the wall breaking into pieces onto the floor. He wasn't answering his phone. Either that or he's already dumped it and had gotten a new one already. Mya shakily sat down on the bed and covered her face with in hands. Hours started to pass. She tried to sleep, only to be haunted by memories that had once been pleasant and filled her heart with joy. Now they made her heart hurt.

How could he just leave her here all alone? Did he not care? After everything they've been through.

Did she really mean so little to him?

Was he just playing her all this time?

Hugging her legs there a knock on the door, along with a voice. House keeping. The door creaked open and a old woman in her uniform was pulling a chart behind her. She paused when she saw Mya; the poor young girl staring ahead with red eyes and her hair disheveled. How long has she just been sitting here in the dark alone?

"Miss are you okay? Are you hurt?"

The elderly woman approached her with kind and worried eyes, placing a hand on Mya's bare shoulder. The young girl turned into the woman sobbed into her uniform.

Is it my fault?

(A/N: This chapter is pretty short, but it's suppose to be.)