I'm Crazier than all of you, Owl Man (Vanoss x Reader) Completed

Chapter 22

I hope to see you in hell...

~3rd pov~

Y/n grips onto Delirious's hoodie that he lent her on that night when they were kidnapped. His scent leaked out of it and into her nose. She loved his aroma. It was a light cologne, which almost reminded her of Lavenders. So sweet she could taste it.
His hoodie still held his warmness, the warmth that sunk into her fingertips and devoured her whole. His warmth she loved.

She slivered the hoodie over her clothing and felt herself relax. It was almost like a warm bath, the soft ruffles slowly engulfed her frail body. It was baggy on her, but she loved it. It made her feel somewhat safe, somewhat happy.

Her eyes still remembered his frothy breath foaming out his mouth and into the night sky as he wrapped his jacket around her. Why did she remember that, of all moments? Because, he was perfect right then in her eyes.
She can still feel his gentle lips upon hers, his voice echoed from within her empty mind.

"That's how you like someone Y/n" It replayed over and over again like a broken record.
His whispered voice, soothing to her soul and warming to her heart.

She fell down on the hotel mattress, feeling herself bounce right back up. She looked out the window and was reminded. The memory took place in her bedroom in the base. Delirious came in her room, comforting her. Y/n and Delirious then escaped through her window. He led her to a waterfall were they laid on the ground side to side. Looking at the stars above, just talking.
It was peaceful, just them and nature. Their breathes making beautiful froth sculptures in the night sky.

Y/n clutches her chest where she finds her heart thumping rapidly. Adrenaline rushed through her body, widening her eyes, shortening her breath. She gasped at the air and grasped on to her throat as if she were choking. And almost as it happened, it was gone. Her heart rate was at its normal state, her breathing slowed down, the only thing she was left with was a throbbing headache that pounded at her skull.

She took her index fingers and messaged her temple over and over again. Not getting that satisfaction she wanted, she gave up and covered herself in blankets, drowning herself in warmth. The blanket created much warmth, which was slowly making her fall to sleep. It eventually did.

She woke up due to a nightmare which was still pounding in her skull. "It's all your fault Y/n" Delirious's voice echoed. Y/n repeated, "It's all my fault! It's my fault...".
Then she wailed. And ugly sob, into the hotel pillow.
How many. How many people have cried here, in this room, on this pillow. Rivers flowed down her face and stained the pillow. Maybe she was the first.

She heard something. A gentle knock on the door, which rattled the chain lock. And then a faint voice of a man.
"Y/n." It said. "Y/n, open up.." The voice sounded broken too. It was soft but she could hear the cracks. Specifically, the cracks in his heart. She instantly painted a face to that man. Craig Thompson.

She wobbled out of bed and fell to the floor. Lazily she picked herself up using a flimsy coffee table. She stumbled to the door making a loud thump, which startled the man outside.
She opened the door just a smidge to confirm the man.

She was correct. Before her stood a man with thick brown and blueish hair. His glasses fell just below the bridge of his nose. Piercing her soul were his light blue eyes, which seemed to gleam in the dim corridor light.

A reassuring glance was placed on Y/n, she could feel it. A warmth, very faint but she could still sense it's presence. It was like a fuzzy blanket dropped over her.
He stepped inside, his eyes glossy. Like a porcelain doll. His hands were completely covered by his sleeves to his hoodie. Y/n was a little bit puzzled as to why he was wearing Tyler's hoodie. Y/n shut the door.
She then flung herself on the mattress, and she laid there like a starfish.

Craig sighs gloomily. His glossy eyes washed over Y/n. "I know it's hard." He said, breaking the ever long silence between the both of them. "But we have to do as Delirious said. We can't mourn over him. We have to embrace his memories." Craig's eyes started to get red.

"Craig..." Y/n said sitting up. "It's okay to let it go sometimes." She spoke gently, like a mom speaking to her newborn baby. "It's okay to cry for now." He turned to look at her. His eyes filled with gloss, he was holding back. "Don't hold back."

He wept.
Right into her right shoulder. They stayed there for what felt like hours. He cried until there was no tears left and he was left with a throaty weep.
Y/n felt the urge to cry, but she had to stay strong for Craig, like he was for her all the time. She patted his back gently, rubbing in circles. She did everything that she could, but nothing seemed to calm him down.

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