Please come home (Genesis x Reader angst)
You awoke to the sound of your alarm clock blaring loudly; disturbing your slumber. Sighing, you rolled over and slapped the snooze button, eager to get that annoying beeping to go away. With a groan, you slowly sat up, rubbed your eyes, and found your eyes wandering over to a framed picture of you and your lover, Genesis, that you'd kept by your bedside ever since it was taken, demonstrating how dearly you treasured that memory. Feeling a wave of sad nostalgia wash over you, you picked up the picture and stared at it, somberly taking in every detail.
You and Genesis had been sitting under a Banora White tree, dark green leaves surrounding the ground around you two. You were lying on Genesis' chest; he'd had one arm draped around your shoulder, caressing it, while his free hand held LOVELESS, that book of poetry he adored so much. Both of you were smiling at the camera, looking so loving and peaceful in that moment.
You turned and looked back at your messy bed, seeing that the sheets were rumpled from where you'd been sleeping. Normally, Genesis would be lying on the other side of the bed; the sheets there would have been ruffled as well. But not today.
"Not anymore." You mumbled sadly, wiping your teary eyes with your hand. With a deep sigh, you placed the picture back down on the nightstand and stood up, trudging towards the window to pull back the shade and let some much needed light into your room. Despite the bright sunlight that soon flooded your room, you still felt as if the world was gray. Ever since Genesis deserted Shinra and left you all alone, the world had lost its shine.
"Why'd you have to leave, Gen?" You whispered, knowing full well he couldn't hear you.
"Don't you have any idea how lonely I am?" You sighed and turned away from the window, heading for the bathroom to freshen up and start what was sure to be a dreary day. As you entered the bathroom, you spotted some of Genesis' things--little possessions that reminded you of him. Two bottles of shampoo sat on the shower caddy, one (f/s) and one apple scented. Two toothbrushes sat in the cup by the sink, one (f/c) and one red. A bottle of your cologne/perfume sat on the bathroom shelf next to all your personal hygiene supplies, next to it was a bottle of fruity cologne. Genesis' cologne. Occasionally, during your loneliest nights, you'd spritz some of that cologne onto one of his old coats and snuggle with it, pretending it was him.
But even though it had his sent, it was not the same. Nothing was ever the same. You went through your morning routine monotonously; carrying on like a robot, going through the motions of the day as if you were programmed to do nothing else.
Later that night, after a long day of boring, soul-sucking, automonous work, you made yourself a cup of (f/d) and stared out the window, gazing down onto the bustling streets, watching couples as they walked together, holding hands and chattering away cheerfully. How you wished you could do the same with Genesis. How you wished he was there in that moment, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, clasping you against his body as he always did, nuzzling your neck and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You'd give absolutely anything to be able to experience all that again.
"Please," You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears rolled down your cheeks and the beverage you were holding crashed to the floor. You dropped to your knees, buried your face in your hands, and broke down into wailing sobs.
"Please, angel, please come home."
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