𝕯𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖙: 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (DISCONTINUED)

Without You, I'm Lost Forever. - Part II

(Rupert X Gloomy!Reader)

(Who else is feeling nostalgic just listening to this song?)

Your POV

He never needed me, I didn't need him. What was the point in staying if we never needed each other?

I loved him, but what would happen if I did tell him?

Deep inside me were a bunch of mixed emotions of free and heartbroken. I've been out of that house for four days and I recently managed to get a new place with the money I've been earning for my physically anonymous job, selling items that were never to be seen by anyone except for the people who bought it off me.

Now I'm here, still decorating, thinking of being something I love, art. Maybe I could be an artist of some sort.

Maybe. Maybe this can work.

I turned around at the progress I made for what seemed like so long. Everything is how I imagined it being...if I was to actually live with Rupert. That stubborn but handsome android I called my companion or my friend.

My best friend.

'He's never coming.' I tried to convince myself. Deep down I knew I couldn't ever bring myself to forget him just like that. Rupert was stuck inside my imagination like a crystal growing out of the ground and never coming out. 'Why would he care about you anyway? He's just a machine.'

'He's more than just a machine...'

GODDAMNIT!

"Ugh...whatever..." I huffed and grabbed my bag and my phone, heading out to the store to at least quit selling illegal items in Detroit.

Time Skip...

I made it out the store with different paint colors. Black, gray, white, red, yellow, green, pink, orange, blue, royal blue, neon purple, dark purple, pastel colors, and more neon colors.

The side was a bunch of different sized paint brushes that seemed useful to me. Another bag has clay-made trinkets that looked untouched and had strong lacks of color except a creamy-white and a tan orange. The other stuff I bought were canvases, sponges, and some accessories to fit the aesthetic.

I opened the door to my apartment and closed it after coming in, feeling exhausted after walking a long distance and taking the new stairs.

Still silence, quiet as a dead fox, I sighed from still feeling heartbroken. I still couldn't believe Rupert would say all that into my face. There's no way I'm going to forgive him after what he did...at least not yet I guess.

I sat on the couch and looked through my phone. No messages from anyone yet. They're probably too busy. I turned off my phone and started feeling my eyes getting heavy. They had me feeling less and less energetic just by having this big schedule in which I decided to stay on my own, so I let them put me to sleep.

Rupert's POV

I tried to contact Y/N on her phone, but she wasn't replying. Goddamnit, Rupert! You done fucked up this time.

'Keep telling yourself that, see where it gets you in the future that'll come in a few seconds.' My other thoughts said.

I gotta find her. Please, Y/N. Pick up the damn phone.