❛ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❜ ៸៸ paris x reader (hiatus)

O1. sympathy

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(𝘯.) 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦.

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It was a cold night, but it wasn't too dark, for I am scared of being alone in a dark place. But I've always been alone. Dealing with everything by myself can be hard, but I still manage. I'm currently making my way to the convenience store to get a new light bulb and a late-night dinner. All the stores are closed during this time at night. The streetlights are all that I can depend on now, and the almost dead mini flashlight in my pocket.

Once I make a turn to the street where my location is, a wave of relief takes over me. I walk through the automatic doors that make a ding noise whenever someone enters, and the low music that plays throughout the five-year-old speakers. The store clerk is busy texting away on their phone with a tired expression. But I just ignore them from the start. It's a normal thing for me to be out this late at night.

I make my way to the lights section and find the right sized bulb. I then quickly dash to the foods section and scan the shelves for my beloved noodle pack. Instant ramen noodles to fulfill my hunger. Once I find my favorite flavor, I grab the thirteen cents pack and make my way to the counter, while placing my items on top.

"Greetings night owl. What's on the midnight menu?" Kelly was always working the night shift during the weekend. We never hang out, but we talk every once in a while. I only know them for coming into this store far too often at this time.

"Hey, Kelly. The usual noodles." I give him a tired smile.

"Seriously? You really need to eat healthier and not stay up so late every night." He gives a small chuckle while punching in the total price for my items. "Although, I will miss seeing you, but your health should always come first."

"Said the one who works every night and eats Honey Butter Chips on a daily basis." I give a sly smirk.

"Har har har. Jokes on you, cause working at this time gives me extra cash since nobody will willingly take it, plus not a lot of customers. And for my sweet taste of crispy heaven, I actually haven't eaten a full bag since two weeks ago."

"Hm, I see. Maybe I'll start trying too."

"There you go. And your total is two thirty-nine." He spoke while putting my items in a small plastic bag.

I give him three dollars, "keep the change. Have a good rest of your night." My hand quickly grabs for the bag as I make my way to the automatic doors.

"Night." He waves to me. That's the last I'll see him for a while since it's a Sunday. I speed walk back home. It got dark oddly fast. I check the time on my phone to see it was twelve-O-three before it died. Damn now what? I start to get nervous since I can't call nine-one-one if someone tries to kidnap me, or something. Wait, is it still called kidnapping if you're a twenty year old? I mean I'm technically an adult, but still.

A large crash was heard down the street, knocking me out of my thoughts. So I bolt it down the nearest alleyway to hide. I squeeze myself behind a dumpster, then quickly shove my hand in my pocket to retrieve my pepper spray for defense, since I'm a weakling. I sat there for a while till I was positive that whatever it was, was gone. Plus I couldn't handle the smells anymore. I step out from behind the smelly dumpster and brush myself off.

But before I leave, something caught my eye. I saw white and bright red coming from inside the trash. Even if dumpster diving is disgusting, curiosity got the best of me. Luckily the trash pile wasn't that deep. My hand reaches in and touches something hard and smooth, but yet extremely cold. So I reach further and grab the item and pull it out, to find it as my worst nightmare. It was something I never wanted to see in my entire life ever since I was eight. For the love of god why today of all days? Or should I say night? I really don't care at the moment. Cause the next minute I flung the doll, causing it to hit the brick wall. I start shaking in fear.