Vox x Reader

An echo of a memory

Updates after a year.
or idk how long tbh.
It's been a hot second!!

(Wait...HAHAHAHAH ITS 2025 LOSERS! ITS BEEN A YEAR AGAHAHAHAHAHGAH....okayyyy I'll shut up now)

Heya folks! It's me, your beloved author😎

It's 2 in the morning and I noticed a comment that was like "it's been a while, but I'm finally caught up and ready for more" then felt bad...

Yikes I've kept this on the back burner for a while...huh?.... Hehhh oops my bad gang...

I don't even remember everything, and I'm super sleepy
But I'm giving Yall something to read!!!!!!!!!

Heck yeah brother!😼

-CD

After keeping myself in bed for hours past the time I woke up the sun begins to break through my dark room from the window. I lazily drag my eyes to face the half covered window. Even after resolving things with YN, I can't help but feel aching in my heart.

I roll over, muttering about the sun glaring into my room, disrupting the peaceful void I had myself in. Now that I was interrupted I cannot bring myself to keep my eyes open anymore. I stare at the door across the room. Although I am unsure of what I'm waiting for.

Well... what I'm waiting for won't come.

I sigh hoarsely and tear my gazing eyes from the tattered wood. I graze my eyes along shelf's and the walls. I look around the room. Scanning every title on my shelf.

From books I hate. To those I love. To my sketchbooks. To work books. As I look one book in particular catches my eye.

Begrudgingly I lift myself out of my warm bed. Although warm, it seemed to be lacking a quality. Tiredly my legs bring me to the shelf where I grab the book. I carefully open the first page. Once the handwriting is revealed I noted this book isn't mine.

It's Orion's.

It's Orion's book.

I gaze at the soft and rounded writing. I don't bother to read the words within the papers. I look at his writing. Noting every curve of the letters, every gap between words, every line between his ideas...

I study his words like they make who he is. As if it will bring him back.

Maybe I can remember more...

After some time the words get shaky. Unsure. Worried. The writing is lighter on the page. Some parts barely making a dent. Then suddenly the words stop. No more beyond that point.

My expression darkens and I shut the book. I find myself unsure if I can read any of it. Such a frivolous choice on my part. I'm certain anyone else would want to read and read what was left.

I'm afraid once I'm done reading I'll have nothing more of his. I'll know it all. And then what?

I place the book back exactly where I had picked it up. I slowly remove my fingers from the cover and stand up. I look around my room with longing eyes.

I find myself heading to my kitchen. For yet another cup of coffee.

I cannot survive being awake much longer guys.

If the Wattpad author curse doesn't take me away again I'll try to writing more!!

Love you all!

-CDZZZ