You hadn't cried in a long time now. The last time you had to remember bawling your eyes out was when you were watching that one show with the naïve main character. Their valiant efforts in trying to save the world were enough to make you cry at 3 am in the morning.
But here you sat, hands gripped around your neck as if trying to hold your head in the place where Reaper had choked you. Your eyes were already puffy, and snot was already running as you cried by yourself.
You hated this. You hate having to work for such a cruel guy. You hated risking your life as you snooped around for him. You hated how he could so quickly end your life he if wanted to. You hated how you dared relied on him before when the men in black were looking for you.
At the last of your whim, you picked up everything you had with you and left for the door. You half expected him to stop you from leaving the place, but when no restrictions were holding you back, you left the place as fast as you could. You sent a quick text message.
'I'm done with this contract. I'll let you keep the rest that you owed me from this morning. Do not try and contact me again.'
Before you could even find a garbage can to dispose of the phone's sim card, it rang in your hands. You already knew who it was. You always did, but you answered it, regardless of what you had requested before.
"Where are you planning to go to?" the voice echoed with reverb, telling you that he was indeed Reaper now and not Captain Reyes you had trusted before. You took in what he said. Where were you planning to go? Back to your office? Back to your old house?
"Anywhere else where you're not." You spat, still making your way to the doors of the hotel. You stayed on the phone, though, wanting to see what he would do in this situation. He didn't need you, nor you, him. His end was quiet save for a few grunts. What in the world was this man doing right now?
"You should be staying with me for now; you'd be safer there." was all he said, his voice sounding a little distance, but still clear none the less. Your body heat was rising, flaring from the rage. How dare he try to make you stay after the stunt he had just pulled?
"Didn't you mention how I was wasting your time earlier? I rather die than stay with you. Rather, I would be dead if I did." You reminded him as you walked out the doors of the hotel. One of the clerks had asked if you were ok, noticing your red and puffy eyes. You cover the phone, with a smile, saying that it was only allergies, and you were heading out to grab some pills for it. You noticed that Reaper had gotten quiet on the other end.
You heard a sigh, "Look; I need you. You're the only one that I can rely on to find what I need." You started to get cocky from the statement.
"Well, you sure blew that, huh?" you laughed, continuing down the road, trying to haul a taxi along the way. If he wanted you back, you'd make him beg for you. You wanted him to know that he can't do whatever he pleases with you just because he wasn't happy about it. You thought about working for him for a bit.
It wasn't worth it. You had thought.
"I thought my text was very clear. I do not wish to work for you anymore. And I would appreciate it if you never contact me again." And with that, you hung up and threw The sim card into a garbage can. With a wave, a taxi finally came to your call.
"The airport please."
The driver made a remark about how you were traveling light, but when you didn't reply, the both of you knew it was going to be a quiet ride.
A/N: Very short chapter today. Also decided to change some things around in the summary for the fic. As you might be able to tell, I've been thinking of turning this into a post Recall fic. On the bright-side, McCree lovers rejoice! He's a bachelor now :^O or until you guys wanna write him off and have this strictly be a Reaper fic, lol. I'd also like to thank the people who took the time to review and favourited the story. Even the ones that put this story on their alert. I really appreciate the attention you guys have been giving this fic!