Chapter 55

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"I never sleep but my visions come to me when I dream. They show me these mannequins posing as people. They're living in a world where
they're intoxicated with their own vanity.
But we all see symmetry in beauty.
I have felt the sharp teeth of society.
I know what it feels like to be thrown in some groveling pit where they all point down and laugh at me.
But look at me now.
I grow stronger by the day.
And look, daddy, I got my wings back.
Nobody knows you better than I do;
they could never know you like I do."
-Bray Wyatt -

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Rumours?

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Rumours?

Those are things I despise most in this world, they have the power to cut like a knife and pain even the most powerful being. They can make you seem untouchable or weak depending on how the teller of these 'truths' perceive you. I had happened to enjoy rumours told of my family that we were strange and to be feared. Of course in my pursuit of Alexandria I had come to loath them but the strangeness had reeled her in regardless.

I had never been one to be consumed by the art of rumours which was why I had never before known the past Alexandria had so badly wanted to escape from. I had never seen the hurt within her eyes as a result of it, I had never known her then. Perhaps I would have believed it then, since the sources were close to my home but I was glad I had not known. My foolishness in believing them could have sought to me not seeing the light in her that lived but the overwhelming darkness they instilled.

So rumours played no role within my life, I took them merely as words that would have no effect on me. My dear Alexandria wished to do the same but she had been impacted by them before and once one has been greatly affected by it it is hard not to continue to care.

I did not like the distance she chose to set between us when she was not happy with herself. I craved for her to be open with me but her idea of this thing called love was to shield me from all harm. If only she understood that I was only ever harmed when I did not have her by my side.

She was the anchor to all that I was and kept a man lost, sane in this world. So the hurt within her, hurt me greatly as well but I knew there was no way I could fix something she refused to dwell on. Instead I would be there beside her always to fight, whichever battles she chose. I had to be patient, that I knew, but hoped the source of the new rumours had realized their wrong doings and would silence any more. I wished I knew who had caused them but that would lead to some sociality that I did not enjoy.

I cleared my throat as my thoughts slowly calmed as I had gotten lost in thought whilst preparing what I hoped would restore the life within my future bride.

I made my way towards the bedroom which was not mine as we had decided to visit her home. I could not fight the smile as the pink creature was nestled within her arms. It had not been there when I left so I therefore knew she had woken up and realized I was not there and I was replaced. I briefly imagined the pink creature being replaced by another bundle but shook those thoughts as soon as they tried to find home.

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