"H-hm?" you look up at him as he squeezes you tighter, giving you the pleading puppy-dog eyes. "No, why?"
"You just—" he pauses, "—you didn't kiss me back."
"I didn't? Oh, um..." you press a quick kiss to his lips. Vox tried pulling you into a longer one, but your lips left his own so quickly he couldn't take a second to relish the feeling.
"Doll...?"
"I need a second," you say quickly, pushing the blankets off of you and heading to the bathroom.
Vox couldn't even take a moment to protest. You seemed far too eager to want to spend any more time with him.
What...the hell...?
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You head to the bathroom, splashing your face with water.
There was something wrong this time.
Normally, when you kissed Vox, you'd feel overwhelmed with butterflies, electricity, love... You'd be transported to that wonderland.
Your lips melted on his with such ease, when the two of you kissed, (and did other stuff) it felt right.
Like he was made to fit perfectly onto you, as you did to him. The chemistry was so undeniably strong, and so, so, good... But this time...?
It wasn't there.
What does this mean? Are you still in love with him? Are you sick? Deranged? Dreaming??
Oh please let that be it. Oh please oh please...
You press a finger to the flesh of your arm and squeeze it tightly, holding your breath to better dealt with the pain.
You still didn't wake up.
No, no, no...
You pinch yourself harder, if that would do anything.
You look down at your now irritated flesh and lean over the sink, burying your face in your hands.
You don't want to fall out of love with Vox. He was perfect! He was amazing...
But how come your heart no longer soared when he looked your way? Or called your name? Or kissed you?
You never wanted to be the one to break his heart. After all he's said to you, saying you're "the one," how much he's changed with your presence, how much he loves you. Yearns for you.
You hear a knock on the door. "(Y/N)?" Vox's voice calls.
Your name is so familiar on Vox's lips. Once upon a time you used to blush and smile to hear your name in his mouth.
The amount of times he's muttered that word in his state of vulnerability, mumbled it in his sleep, whispered it into your lips, moaned it out...
And now? Nothing.
No sparks, no warmth, no butterflies...
A tear rolls down your cheek as your mind sinks into your fate. Into his fate.
"Yes?" you call back, your voice giving out to your sadness.
Vox frowns and taps on the door again. "Are you okay?"
No.
"Yep! All good."
You couldn't tell him. You couldn't tell him.
But Vox would be heartbroken to know;
That the woman he loves, no longer loves him back.
➳
If I had her voice, everything would've been different.
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