I'm Lost //Yato x Reader// [Discontinued]

Alone

At first I didn't believe what I saw and heard but then when they showed pictures to me of him, I couldn't help but tear up.

Yato is dead.

He's never coming back.

But he's a god!

Not a good enough one apparently.

Thoughts flood my mind as I sit outside the police station, a cigarette carelessly dangling from my lips. Yes, I started smoking to relieve the stress but fuck does it burn and taste like shit. I sigh and take in a long drag then look at the sky as I slowly let out the smoke.

"Bastard..." I mutter as I think of him. He's a god, why isn't he alive right now? Why did he take those souls? And why did he have to leave me? He's all I have- no- all I had.

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It's been four months since Yato died. Yes died. He hasn't come back so I gave up and moved on. I'm living on the streets now though. Stealing food, water and whatever I need. He used to supply for me. I shake him from my mind and trudge down the side walk, my coat around me tightly since the wind threatens to steal all my warmth if my coat is any looser.

Bastard is all I can say when I think of him. It may be harsh but he left me like this. He left me alone and scared. I wipe away tears that form in my eyes when his face pops in my mind.

"You left me..." I grit my teeth and say then turn down an alleyway, this the way to where I now 'live'. It's kind of a shithole but it's all I've got for now so I'm content.

"The man is suspected to be under a high influence of drugs and is reported dead. He killed five people and injured several others. Further information is needed."

The news reporter's voice plays in my mind and I sigh. Why won't he get out of my head? I think then stop dead in my tracks and stare ahead, my face paling.

This isn't real.

He's not there.

Look away!

But he looks so peaceful... so beautiful.

Standing before me is a mirage, of sorts, of no other than Yato the fake god himself.

"Hello (Y/N)."
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:] updated and it's 1:27 a.m. rn. you're welcome.