France x reader: Loving again

The worst feeling is to hate someone you used to love.

Francis. Oh, Francis. His gorgeous blonde locks, and those breathtaking blue eyes. He is absolutely perfect. He’s understanding, almost as if he can read your mind. He’s kind too. Maybe a little too kind though.

You were once in, what seemed to be a serious and loving, relationship. But I suppose he wanted you to think that. There has never been anyone in this world that you loved more than Francis. He was always your number one. Your shining star. The way he would gaze into your eyes and hold your hands. It all just seemed so real. But you were a fool. Of course you couldn’t trust someone as perfect as him. After all, the more charming a man is, the more women he’s been with.

Was this just a game to him? All to get into your pants? He played his role well, how many women has he done this to? How many hearts have been broken by Francis Bonnefoy? How many people has he screwed over just because his love of sex?

A part of you still feels hope that he really did love you, and that it was real to him as well. But, of course, all hope was shattered when you found him flirting with some other women. He gazed at them with the same amount of affection as he did you, his words exactly the same. So, you were just a toy?

“I hate you....I hate you so much Francis!” You tried desperately to wipe your eyes as tears kept building up. What made matters worse was, his face showed no emotion what-so-ever.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“You’re sorry that I feel this way...? You don’t even care that you hurt me?” Your heart felt a bit lighter when you thought you saw a bit of pain flash through his eyes.

“......I can’t ____.”

“You can’t? You can’t what? Francis, why are you being so distant? Please, at least...pretend to be yourself! I-I’m scared...”

He flashed you one of his usual dashing smiles, and it was then that you knew. It was fake. That smile wasn’t real. He...He always smiled like that.....Has he never been genuinely happy with you?

“Why....Why are you doing this? What was I to you?! Do you enjoy breaking hearts, is this all just a game to you?!”

“I’ve learned my lesson. It won’t happen again. I’m so sorry _____.”

You stared at the Frenchie in confusion. What’s he talking about? He’s learned his lesson? It won’t happen again? What is he talking about?

“You know what? I don’t even care anymore. I’m so done. You’re dead to me!” You gave him one last tear-eyed glare before stomping off, trying to ignore the guilt and pain in your chest. Why should you feel guilty? He’s the one who admitted to never loving you, for leading you on. You did absolutely nothing wrong.

“I can’t fall in love again.....”