Beginning of the end (Lysandre x reader)

You cautiously peered out from behind the safety of the large mahogany door, troubled eyes brimming with an uneasy mixture of worry and apprehension as you glanced inside of the fiery haired man's study -that same dark feeling of utter sadness washing over you in endless waves of misery, a vile concoction that had become all too familiar to your exhausted form throughout the past few months.

It hurt your heart to just look at him, the way his once immaculate appearance had become tainted and dishevelled with lack of sleep and the painful desperation that flowed through his veins as he continued to lock himself away inside of his study, constantly plotting and scheming in solitude. You feared for him, being forced to stand aside and watch as the one you loved gradually deteriorated into a mere shadow of the man you once knew, the man you adored with all of your heart. You wanted nothing more than the Lysandre you loved to return to you, to sweep you up in his arms and kiss your trembling lips as he held you tightly against his chest, reassuring you that he was still there, that he would always be there.

And yet all you could do was merely stand there with a heavy heart and stare at his hunched form as he continued to scrawl out endless pages of messy notes that spilled over the wooden surface of his desk. He had become so obsessed with planning to create his perfect world that he had forgotten that the person that's entire life had once revolved around him was slowly slipping further and further away from him.

You wanted to storm over towards that god forsaken desk and tear him away from all those vile papers that littered the room, force his azure gaze to meet with your own as you shook him by the shoulders and screamed at him to look at you like he used to, to love you for God's sake!... yet all you could do was lean against the door as it shut with a soft thud, your heart heavy in your chest as the tears began to flow freely down your flushed cheeks. Heavy sobs were choked back from behind a clammy hand as your frail shoulders shook with each hiccupped gasp of air you took, the slurry of emotions pent up inside of you escaping against your will and your wails resonated throughout the dimly lit hallway.

Yet your cries would never reach Lysandre's ears.

They never did.