A/n

"You look unwell, my dear. What's bothering you..?"

"I think I'd rather have a heart attack.. than to talk about this.."

A small smile curled up on her lips, as a warm tear rolled down on her cheeks. The tall male wiped them away, his smile fading.

"Who expected you to be perfect.."

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An Alastor x Reader story.

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Mature Content (or fluff) , Profanity, Angst, Depression

If you are not fine with these, DON'T read. I know about Alastor's Asexuality, but in this story, I (might, just might.) change about that. Again

If you are not fine with the things mentioned above DO NOT READ.