We Are Magic~ A Diakko and Charoix fic!

The Two Sides Of The Glass

(Some cursing.)

Chariot's POV

It makes me physically in pain knowing that Croix is in jail. It makes me physically in pain knowing that the only way I'll ever get to see her is through a glass wall and a telephone. It's painful knowing I can not touch her, which I should have done when I had the chance. She's on the other side of the glass, suffering, while I'm out here living my life happily. Every moment of happiness I soon grieve knowing that Croix isn't feeling the same way.

The best and worst parts of my week are getting to see her. On the bright side, she looks so joyful I'm even there. On the dark side, every time I see her she looks a bit skinnier, a bit lankier. I don't have the heart to ask her if she's starving herself, or if she's just not eating the gross food there. Every time I go she asks to talk about the outside world, and nothing about her. I want to know how's she doing, but she'll always brush off the question and divert the subject.

I hope that when she gets out, we can go back to being a couple like we were almost eleven years ago. It's maddening knowing that I could've made up with her quicker and rekindle our romance, but I didn't. I'm a fool...

Croix's POV

It makes me physically in pain knowing that Chariot is living her life fully without me. It makes me physically in pain knowing that she is happy and free, while I'm depressed and locked up. The only way I get to see her is through a glass pane and a telephone. It's painful not being able to even breathe the same air as her, nonetheless touch her. I should have rekindled what we used to have instead of being a selfish brat. I shouldn't have hurt her like this, but I did and now I need to suffer. It's one of the only ways to right my terrible wrong.

The best and worst parts of my week are getting to see her. On one side, seeing her makes me smile because she is checking up on me while I'm in jail. On the other side, I know I'll never be able to hold her and caress each other as we used to. She may pity me for what I have done, but she will never love me again for that exact reason. Every time I see her, the bags under her eyes seem to grow and I worry she isn't getting enough sleep. I wonder if the reason she isn't getting enough sleep is because of me? Am I really stressing out her out that much? I hope my Char-bear isn't losing sleep over me, that would just make this pain of being here even worse. She doesn't answer my questions about the bags under her eyes, she merely just moves onto another subject.

I hope that when I get out, things can go back to how they used to be when we were students. Late nights studying, falling asleep in each other's dorms, having a night out on the town after her shows. It's maddening knowing that I'm the reason we aren't together now, I let my greed and anger manifest. I'm so stupid...

Chariot's POV

Stupid godamn motherfucking jails. They won't even let me take Croix out for her birthday! The least I wanted to do was be able to be in a room alone with her for a bit but it costs so much money. Just two hours alone is one hundred fifty dollars. I don't have that kind of money! If I did I would totally spend it on Croix, but I don't have the funds at all. They said the most I could do is bring her in a cake and they would each give me and her a slice but still remain on opposite sides of the glass.

It's alright though, at least I will know that she's tasting the sweet cake at the same time as me. Though it may not be a good thing that's making me think about her sweet sweet lips. The taste of her lips is the one thing I have been craving since she left me all those years ago. I haven't yet gotten my wish of meeting them with my own just yet, but it's possible one day that it may come reality. 

I sit down in the seat they have set out for me. The glass pane in front of me is taunting as if it sneering at me and telling me that I'll never be able to touch Croix again. Croix looks as disheveled as usual, but her eyes light up upon seeing mine. It makes me pretty glad that she's always happy to see me, but thinking about how much worse it must be for her in jail makes me want to cry. 

I pick up the telephone, "Hey Croix! Happy Birthday!"

She grins and picks up her telephone as well, "Thank you, Chariot, how are you doing today?"

"Amazing now that I'm here," I flirt and she blushes slightly.

That's when they bring out the cake. Croix looks surprised at such a gesture, but I just grin at her as the officer who brought the cake sings a horrible rendition of Happy Birthday. I laugh into the phone as Croix shakes her head in disdain at the main singing happy birthday to her. Once we both have our cake, I make sure not to eat any and see if Croix notices.

The second that I don't dig in, she asks me, "Chariot, is something wrong? I would've expected you to chow down on this amazing cake,"

"Actually do you mind if we eat it the first bite together? Just so like- we can experience the same thing even though we are on two different sides of a damn glass pane," I ask her and her face flushes slightly.

She cuts a pieace of her cake with her fork and holds it up, watching as I do the same. We then both take a bite, and savor the moment. The only thing that would make this better is if I could touch her right now. Not even in a sexual way, I want to hold her hand or maybe even cup her cheek in my hand. It isn't wrong to feel this way, I know that for sure, but I still do. 

I hate myself for loving her. I hate myself in general for going this deep.

Croix's POV

I hate myself, not just because of the things I did, but the things I didn't do. I didn't rekindle our friendship and romance, I destroyed her whole Shiny Chariot persona. I was the reason for her downfall, if I was never there then she would've been a star! She could've been bigger then life itself! I ruined her life! I ruined it for good! And although she is being nice to me now, she'll never forgive me. She will never forgive me for what I've done. And neither should you.