Goodbye Again: Ottoman EmpireXReader

"You're leaving again?"

The man froze. Slowly he turned around to find you standing there behind him. You could see the pained expression from behind his mask. If it hurt him so badly, why did he sneak out of your home like a thief in the night? Why even bother coming back to you at all? He claimed he loved you but the pain he put you through could not be love. You had been dating long enough so that you knew what your lover was thinking when he was looking at you from behind that white mask. He rarely took it off. Last time he had snuck off in the middle of the night and this week was the first week you had seen him in months. Now, he was trying to repeat the process. You hugged yourself tightly, trying to garner some warmth from the oversized t-shirt you were wearing. You shivered in the night air.

"Yeah…"

"Your explanation must have gotten lost in the mail, along with your goodbye."

You stared at him, waiting for him to say something but nothing came from his lips. Nothing ever did when you confronted him about how he treated you. He stared at you, silently waiting for your harsh judgment of him. You glowered at him, before wrapping your arms around yourself. The night air was freezing. Your T-shirt and shorts didn't cut the protection that you needed from the chill. You felt liquid fury prickling against your eyes. It wasn't fair. He was the one leaving you and you were the one being treated like the bad guy! You just wanted an answer for why he was putting you through the emotional pain that he seemed to adore forcing on you every time he left.

"You just left last time and now you're going to do it again. Why did you leave me? Why didn't you say goodbye?"

He still didn't answer. It hurt you to know that he would do this to you. You knew that he was acting as the Ottoman Empire. He was trying to make a special place for the two of you, where he could provide for you any luxury the world had to offer. And he had managed this so far, but he kept it a secret from you. The only price he had to pay for this was countless of bloody battles and spending a lot of time away from you. He felt that this was the right thing to do but lately, after more struggles in his empire, he was beginning to doubt himself. He was fighting harder than he ever had to keep the things for you. But it seemed that the things he gave you were not enough to keep you happy anymore.

"Why is it so hard to let someone else help you?"

"That's not it."

"Yeah it is! We both know it!"

He took a step towards you and you cringed, expecting a violent touch but his fingers were as light as a feather against your skin. He smiled. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. It was so tender that it brought tears to your eyes. He brushed his fingers against your hair. You felt a single tear run down your check. He was going to leave whether you wanted him to or not. And what pained you the most, was that you were going to wait for him. You would wait until the very end of time if you had to. It seemed that he knew that too. So he placed another tender kiss to both of your cheeks, lingering above your lips and then pressing a single kiss to your lips.

"I'll be back. I swear…"