her eyes were shot wide as she stared at the message over and over again, overanalysing the weirdly shaped 'a' and shaky handwriting.
was arlecchino overthinking things ? what could this possibly mean ? was (name) alright ? were they safe ?
it all ran through her mind as she tried to decompose every single conversation they ever held to find a clue as to why. unfortunately for her, (name) wasn't really one to talk about themself.
she bit her lip anxiously, grateful no one was around to witness her panicked state.
she looked at the message again and again, until she was sure her brain had every word and curve permanently engraved.
i can't
i'm sorr
the last word hadn't even been completed, which showed in how much of a hurry her soulmate must've been.
she cussed herself mentally. she didn't like being this vulnerable (attached).
YOU ARE READING
LOSING YOU
Fanfictioni was so focused on not losing you i didn't realise i already had arlecchino / reader
