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To Blitz, the worst part of a breakup wasn’t the loneliness, he was used to that. It was the guilt. Despite being so sure of himself when he had yelled at Stolas, it felt like his heart was stuffed with stones that made his chest heavy.
As he walked into his apartment and flopped down on the couch, Loona happened to be scrolling on her phone in the kitchen as she waited for her ramen to finish microwaving.
“So, I’m assuming your fling with the bird crashed down in flames.” She prompted, masking a hint of concern seeing her adoptive father so distraught.
“That royal asshole had it coming…” Blitz replied with a groan. “Always calling me his ‘impish plaything’ and acting like he cares, responding to my texts immediately, laughing at my jokes… It’s all bullshit! He just got a thrill out of being with a peasant.”
“Uh huh…” Loona nodded awkwardly. Hoping to change the subject, she spotted an envelope on the counter. “Oh, Blitz, a letter.” She picked it up and squinted, trying to read the swirly cursive handwriting. “I think it’s meant for you.”
Blitz, eager to find anything else to think about, sprung up from the couch. “Ooh, give it here!” he exclaimed, reaching for the letter.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go to my room. If that’s something related to your weird horse fetish subscription service, I don’t want to see it.” Loona promptly shut herself in her room.
Blitz tore open the envelope, not caring to keep it intact. Inside was a small sheet of parchment. The handwriting looked the same as on the envelope.
Squinting his eyes to decipher the swirly letters, he began to read;
“Dear my darling Blitzy,
These past few weeks have been incredible thanks to you. I truly have enjoyed your company, both intimate and casual. I know you consider yourself unlikeable, but I would like you to bear in mind that you’ll always have at least one admirer (that’s me).
Yours truly,
Stolas Goetia”
Tears brimmed in the imp’s eyes, threatening to escape. Quickly, he wiped his eyes on his sleeve and ran over to the garbage can. However, he found himself frozen with the letter still in his hands.
He sat there for what felt like an eternity. He just couldn’t bring himself to tear it and throw it away.
With a shaky sigh, he placed the letter under one of the couch cushions and laid down once more, now feeling shittier than before.
He found himself scrolling through his past messages with Stolas, noticing how rarely he’d reply to the prince. If he did reply, it was only one-word answers.
With a groan, he shoved his phone under the pillow and shut his eyes, ignoring the cold droplets of water that he recognized as tears rolling down his face. He remained perfectly still until the world faded to black, and he could finally stop thinking for a while.