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(A/N) A short, angsty Reffie that's kind of unlike me considering that I view them as quite a carefree pairing. Literally wrote this in 10 minutes because, well the idea just popped in my head and I had to write it so my apologies if anything seems too rushed. Reno's POV.
I hate you.
I hate you because you're the one who has turned me into what I swore I would never be. Because of you, I can sympathize. I can no longer look down on the pathetic bastard that watched the happy couples stroll down the street with their hands intertwined, breathing lover's sighs and admiring life together. Admiring each other. I used to think they were stupid; ignorant for trusting anyone to that extent, willingly leaving themselves vulnerable and open to pain from the ones they cared for most. A significant other was a money-waster and a time-sucker. The only thing you could count on them for was sex, and even that withered and became less interesting with each routine sweet nothing whispered into your ear. So I could never see the big deal people made out of 'love' and their so called happy endings. It only existed in fairy tales and the movies you wasted time on to renew the misguided hope that you'll find someone perfect one day. When you pull yourself from that fantasy and wake the hell up, all you're going to find is another person that won't hesitate to stomp your heart into the dust and walk away without thinking twice.
And despite the hell of that situation, I was fine with it as long as I knew what was I was getting myself into and kept my emotions in check. Then you came along with your dopey grin and your long legs. I told myself you were just another brat as you failed to steal my materia and shot me that guilty simper as if it were all a big misunderstanding. Then, I came to know you as an acquaintance when we'd made it a regular occurrence to go to the bar, reminiscing on how things were before Meteorfall and laughing on how we hadn't found a friend in one another before. Then, as I watched you pull your shirt over your head and give me that sickeningly sweet smile before leaving my apartment without a word, I resented you for not being as confused as I was and wondered why the hell I didn't want you to leave.
So I walk down the street, reliving our conversations, struggling to keep those shining onyx eyes from the forefront of my mind and hate myself for not being able to, as I promised myself I wouldn't fall into this trap. Now I see those same couples walk down the street and I vaguely know why they feel the way they do. They'd given in to the euphoria that was so much more addictive than any level a drug could take you to. They giggle and continue strolling along, leaving me dumbfounded and calloused behind them as I realize that I'm the pathetic bastard that wishes I could live that. I wish that could be us. And now I sit here alone with my face in my hands and my heart in my throat, finally having reached my bittersweet conclusion.
I hate you because I'm in love with you.
Is angst-fluff possible?
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