Disclaimer: I do not own Rocky Horror in any way shape or form sadly.
AN: I know this is incredibly short but idk I couldn't think of how to make it longer. Magenta's POV.
When he left me I felt as if my heart had been torn from my chest and trampled on. Riff. My brother. My soul mate. We were supposed to be together forever.
He is far too paranoid. One night, I came into his room later than usual and he accused me of sleeping with Frank. As if I would go anywhere near that sick bastard. He started screaming and eventually he threw me out into the old, empty corridor. "It's over!" I couldn't breathe. Choking on my tears, I rose from the floor and made my way to the room I share with Columbia. This was a month ago and he still refuses to talk to me.
I see no purpose of living if I don't have Riff. I love him with every fibre of my being. He's the one person that keeps me just about sane in this prison that Frank has locked us away in just about bearable. I can feel that sanity slowly slipping away knowing that he hates me.
Would he care if I ended it all? Probably not. I like to pretend that he would realise how much I meant to him and that he would feel the pain I feel now. I have lost him completely; if he were dead it would feel no different.