?Only In My Imagination? (Alastor x fem! reader love story) ?

Ch. 16 ?Let's Watch The Rain Together?

Without his warmth there to comfort me.
It makes me never want to wake up ever again...

"You know, I sometimes wonder..." he says, "what would have happened, if I was...good."

I glance up at him, a little surprised at the sudden mention of it, but I listen to him.

"What would've happened..." he says, "I probably would've settled down, married, had a child or two, and gone to heaven much like my dear mother did..." he trails off, a slight crack in his static voice. "Yes, that is what would have happened..."

He's hurting, I can hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes...somewhere inside of him, there is a part of him that yearns to be something else then the Radio Demon. Someone whose not holding a high reputation, someone who doesn't mask his pain with a smile...

Someone different. Someone who people aren't afraid of.

Suddenly, he raises his head, exhaling a breath and putting on his famous ear to ear grin.
"I wouldn't be me!" he says through a chuckle, "I wouldn't be the Radio Demon, haha. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Being good, ha! What nonsense."

He looks at me for approval, but I give him nothing of such.
I won't approve of him for ever trying to hide what he really feels, because I want him to feel like he can be his real self around me, and not worry about his reputation.

He sighs softly. "Do you have any fond memories you like to remember? Any at all?"

I lick my lips, trying to recall a memory of mine I'll always hold dear to my heart, or visualize whenever I feel like breaking.

"Well..." I say, "one of them, is being a kid, with my parents," I smile softly, already seeing it replay in my head. "Sitting on my dad's lap around the fireplace, as my mother would either read me a story or hum under her breath." I extend a hand, as if I'm finger painting the image for us to see. "It was the feeling of safety, love, from my parents..." I say, "that's my memory, because whenever I feel like I'm alone in this world, I'll remember those little moments, and be reminded that I'm not alone. That I have a family who loves me..."

I look up at him. "And what's yours?" I ask.

He smiles a little, hand squeezing mine gently. "Being with my mother," he answers, "but...my recent memory," he raises our hands that our still holding, before I feel him kiss mine.
"Is being here with you."

My eyes widen, and suddenly, the radio changes to a slow song behind us, which makes Alastor look over his shoulder at the radio in the corner, before looking at me and smiling.

"Y/N, may I have this dance?" he asks.

Fear floods my chest. "I, uh, I can't dance," I stutter, because 1: I really can't dance, and 2: the thought of dancing with Alastor very well might push me over the edge of my emotional up's and down's completely.

Alastor chuckles under his breath, slowly pulling me to the middle of the room, before placing one hand behind my back, and placing one of my hands on his shoulder.

"I'll teach you," he smiles, "we will take it nice and slow, just listen to the beat of the music, and let your body dance."