Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

Ronnies POV

I don't know how to tell her. I can't. I don't want her to see my broken heart. My mind races as I sneak (Y/N) into my house. "Welcome to casa de Ronnie" I smile fairly trying to hide my sadness as she sits in my bed. "It's lovely. "Hey uh...(y/n) I can talk to you right..?" I sit next to her beautiful body. Her (y/e/c) eyes seem stormy. "Ofcourse" smiles (y/n). If I have to leave...I might as well tell her how I feel. "I..um." I rub the back of my neck nervously. I've never had trouble talking to chicks...what's the problem?! "Ronnie?" Her soft hand presses against my leg gently. I can't help what I do next. I press my lips to hers forcefully, shocked to receive the same amount for force while she pulls me on top of her. My hands rest under her shirt on her warm hips. (Y/n)s hand slip under my shirt removing it. The sexual tension rises to heavy levels. I'm in heaven only I can't do this. I pull away standing up pacing now. "What's the matter..?" Says (y/n) embarrassed. "Damn it. DAMN It." I say under my breath. "Ronnie..?" Her voice wavers before I crawl back onto the bed both of us on our knees, now gripping her delicate shoulders. "(Y/n) I'm an asshole. A massive asshole. I'm in love you. Very very in love with you and I don't want to hurt you-" her (y/s/c) hand presses against my lips stopping the words from flowing out of my mouth. "I love you too" smiles (y/n). Night falls fairly quick. The brisk night air cuts through my jacket as (y/n) and I walk down the street towards her house. "The last few days have been lovely Ronnie." (Y/n) blushed smiling. "My pleasure."
I respond before placing a intimate but very sad on the inside kiss upon her sweet lips...one last time. She waves goodbye to me. I wave back slightly watching the door shut.

Rain pours down on the side walk on my way home. I've never felt this way for anyone but it doesn't even matter. I leave tomorrow morning... an idea comes to mind. I dash home until really early in the morning. Dusk breaks just before I leave my bedroom, running right out of my house, jumping a fence nearly getting caught by our neighbors, assholes I mean, grabbing a rose and climbing her peach  tree. She's not awake yet. The soft pastel pink of the new morning sun hits her beautiful face perfectly. I reflect over the last few days. Fighting for her against someone she struggled with, losing my favorite hoodie just to keep her from getting sick...spending a night in her room..the countless times I thought about her. Rustling in my pocket, I remove a hand written letter explaining where I'm going. I couldn't say goodbye in person. Taping the letter as rose to her window, I press a hand and my forehead against the dewy glass feeling the energy of love? Love sleeping through the window. Heading back home, I turn around looking at her house smiling before boarding the bus to the airport, leaving her forever.