"Blind Love" Male Reader X Blake Belladonna Part I

Chapter 4

An underwhelming sense of grief hits me when I wake up. My mornings have always been like this ever since I sold my soul to the White Fang. I always lie to myself and think that It's the pressure that if I don't listen to the White Fang I would get in trouble or maybe get killed for being insubordinate. But in reality, I'm clutching for something that doesn't exist. The fictional piece that I'm yearning for is peace and love. And deep down in my heart, I think there won't be any hope left in my life to help me wake up in the morning.

The only reason I get up and get ready is that I have a day off and it makes perfect an opportunity to talk with (Y/N) again. Even though the White Fang isn't the most honorable people to be with, they do give us "days of rest." On my days of rest, I usually sleep in, read, and shut myself off from the world and all the personal problems that haunt me.

One night I heard one of our White Fang brethren yelling about we should be more peaceful and not act like fascists. The next thing I heard was my other White Fang brethren surrounding the insubordinate and slowly tortured him until death. I couldn't take the screaming and ridicule from both the rebel and my brethren. So I left the camp and aimlessly wandered to the forest near Vale's Kitchen. For a while, I was lost until I heard someone softly crying. The whimpering belonged to a scared boy my age. He was the same blind boy I met and the same one that helps me get up in the morning. Even if he doesn't know how happy he makes me. (Y/N) Redgrave makes me very happy.

Hours seem to linger on for too long, as I wait until It's dark enough to sneak out of the White Fang's camp of operations.

When the sun finally set I decide to bring a book with me called "howling to the moon." It's about a man that's kept away from his desires and constantly stripped of anything encouraging in his life. I thought (Y/N) might like it. I thought we could relate to this book with each other. Even though he can't see I can read it to him.

A giggle escapes my lips as I hug my book in anticipation. I finally reach (Y/N)'s apartment and climb up the pipes on the back of it. It was so quiet in the neighborhood. Just wind rustling and some howling in the distance was the only break from the pure white noise flooding the area.

As I peered inside of (Y/N)'s windowless sill he was just sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

Even when called out his name, (Y/N) stayed there like a statue. He almost looks like the "Thinking Man." I finally decided to enter his room to talk to see what's wrong.

"(Y/N)?"

"..." Silence.

"Are you okay?" My chest starts to tighten up in fear when (Y/N) doesn't answer.

I decided to sit next to (Y/N) and wrap my arms around him. I don't even know what to do right now. So I just try to comfort him.

"They laughed, Blake."

"Who laughed?"

"The cops. They laughed at me and him." (Y/N) pushed me off of him and stood up. "They thought it was a Goddamn joke!"

"Keep it down. Your dad will hear us."

"He's dead Blake. Some animals killed him. Only animals do that." (Y/N)'s voice became hoarse and dry. As if he was crying for hours before I got here

"I don't know what to do. I have four weeks until the apartment's rent is gone and I can't make enough money since I don't have a good education, can't do physical labor since I'm blind and... Oh, God. I want someone to love me again. I just want him back." (Y/N) held me tightly. "I'm scared blake."

I don't know how long we held each other but I finally realized (Y/N) smelt bad. "How long have you been in here?"

"A few days after, um. Well, you know." (Y/N) sniffles.