Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ: sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

A beautiful stream of light from the sun shone through (Y/n)'s bedroom window, the warmth flowing from the star in the sky also following the line of light. (Y/n) stirred in her sleep, feeling the discomfort of nature's alarm make her squirm amidst her slumber. She snuggled deeper into pillows and the comfort of the invisible sensation around her.

She felt for the person she suspected to be laying next to her, but became anxious when she found that no one was there. (Y/n) shot open her eyes and sat up quickly, panicking as she started feeling for the person that she believed to be there.

After a few moments and giving herself a little time to wake up, she realized that no one was there and no one should have been anyhow.

The girl sucked in a breath, calming down her panicked mind as she fell back into the comforter. She could still so clearly feel his strong arms around her. (Y/n) could even feel the warmth that came from his hold. Why were these dreams so lucid for her?

It immediately reminded her of the time that Dark had choked her, and while it brought up some bad memories, it explained how she felt so physically touched by that dream. It was just a power that Dark had, she supposed. Even her face has dried tears caked onto her cheeks.

She smiled softly, feeling her heart flutter at the feeling that the man in her dream gave her. Such love and compassion poured out from his heart, and he didn't even have to say anything. Everything that he could ever mean was all wrapped in his actions. His movements — so delicately and gracefully — were so incredibly calming and reassuring.

(Y/n) reached her hand to the back of her neck, feeling the skin there. She could still feel his small, loving touches grazing against her flesh. She smiled, removing her hand from her neck as she relaxed into the bed. Looking up to the ceiling may have been boring for some, but it produced this sleepy effect on her. As if she were in a trace.

Beside her on her nightstand, her cell phone started to ring. She jolted, the loud sound unexpected by her relaxed mind. She turned over to the phone, quickly pulling it off of the charger.

Officer Smiles

God, how she loved to call him that name. Though, ironically, when she did in front of him, he would frown.

She answered the call, covering up her body in her fluffy covers once again as she snuggled lazily back into the bed.

"Hello?" She asked, characteristically yawning when she spoke. Tyler laughed over the phone.

"Hi, (Y/n). Did I wake you up or something?"

"Ah, no. The sun already did that for you."

"Yeah. It's awfully bright today. Anyways, I went over to Celine's and grabbed the boxes you wanted. They're in your office as we speak. Celine was oddly... welcoming."

"She's a sweetheart once you get to know her." (Y/n) thought out loud, a small smile gracing her radiant cheeks. Tyler scoffed at the other end of the line.

"I don't know about sweetheart, but she was nice at least."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that she cooperated. Thanks for grabbing the boxes for me, Ty."

"No problem, (Y/n). Tell Ethan to get better soon!"

"I will. Bye, officer."

She quickly ended the call, the overwhelming want to look at the files in the boxes were currently eating away at her. She sat up again, rubbing some of the dry tears off her face before she realized that she probably just needed to wash it off. A shower sounded nice in the moment anyways.

(Y/n) walked to the bathroom, making sure to check for Dark's sly presence. She deemed him not conscious in her mind, and went to take a hot, relaxing shower.

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"Don't you ever doubt my love for you."

Those words had never left her mind, even after she had attempted to fill her thoughts with just the simple sound of the water currently hitting her back. She had been long done with her cleansing and bathing, but now just felt the need for the hot droplets to imprint her back with redness and a little irritation. Even so, she was too lost in her thoughts to care. The pain was numb to her.

Besides, she had experienced worse.

The scar on her side throbbed, reminding her of it's unstable condition — especially when she got emotional and carried away. When her mind went crazy and became a little more unhinged, she could feel it burn and pulse along with her heart's quickened beat. It was a reminder of the mistakes that she made in the past — the decisions that she chose to make that altered her future.

Would she be like this had she not fell into Mark's trap?

The water seemed to get colder to her, and it sent shivers down her spine. It reminded her of the way that she felt when she locked eyes with Dark's neutral face in her dream that night. Almost as if he didn't know whether to be supportive or disappointed. She was a mess, granted, but it's hard to fight alone.

She hugged her knees closer to her chest, basking just in the sensation of the droplets on her skin, trying to block out the coldness of them. (Y/n) was only sat there for a few moments before she heard someone knocking on the door.

"(Y/n), are you okay? You've been in there for a while and the hot water heater is going out."

"Oh, I-I'm sorry..."

"Are you okay?"

She felt her words of admittance choke her throat, no matter how badly she wanted to just speak them. She couldn't tell him what was going on. (Y/n) didn't know if he would freak out or send her to a mental asylum, or what. The girl remembered that she had told him what was going on, but she knew that the medication would wear off his memory of it anyways.

She drew in a shaky breath and exhaled, "I'll talk to you about it later.." (Y/n) replied, knowing that she couldn't hide her state from him. He grumbled from behind the door — a sound he was making to show his disapproval for her sour mood. This wasn't like her at all, and he hated it. He liked the happy (Y/n) that he lived with, which made his heart hurt for her all the more.

"Ah... If that's what you want.. Please talk to me about it sometime?"

She smiled weakly at his offer, knowing that he was genuine in his request. The girl didn't like being this way either, and she knew that he deserved better than to worry about her in this state. She would get over it like she always did, but his support and encouragement never failed to make her even just a little emotional. Luckily, the stray, unnoticed tear that rolled down her face was masked by the water falling onto her already.

"Sure thing, Ethan." She replied, in the weakest tone that the boy had ever heard. He resisted the urge to make her talk, and instead went into the kitchen to maybe make the two of them something to eat. He had to do something — something to try to take her mind off things.

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I know this chapter is super super short, but I have a new tactic.

I'm going to start making shorter chapters. They're easier for me to write, and it's not as mentally straining for me that way.

Thank you for constantly supporting me. Hopefully, updates will be coming with both books.

I love you guys with all my heart.

XO