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1.
fundy watches him silently as he cursed, accidentally cutting himself while cooking. fundy wishes he’ll allow him to be the one to wrap the wound in a band aid; but knows, with the sound of the bathroom door closing down with a slam that dream never would.
2.
he cooks. he cooks so many things as if possessed, as if it’s the only thing left to do in the world.
he cooks, and yet he eats so little.
fundy wants to tell him to stop; but dream wouldn’t even give him a glance.
3.
fundy’s father comes over and he’s rightfully angry.
he yells and curses and lunges at dream.
and then: “he chose you. he chose you. over me. and i allowed it.” there is deep regret and agony in those words. and an inaudible wish. i wish he chose me instead.
fundy watches this all unfold with wide eyes.
dream doesn’t reply even once.
4.
dream gets ahold of fundy’s things, and fundy watches him as he carefully arranges and rearranges them in the house.
cupboards, cabinets. makes it seem he’s still there.
“he’s coming back,” fundy hears him mumble sometimes. “he’s coming back.”
5.
dream thrashes the house. breaks everything with the bat he’s gotten ahold of. and fundy watches all these.
watches dream destroy the bits and bobs fundy’s made, things he’s invented. things he owned.
he stops only when he was tired.
and that’s when dream finds his - fundy’s hat.
for the first time in what seemed like forever, dream cries.
6.
he hasn’t left the house in weeks. hasn’t done anything in days. all dream does is mope around the house.
hasn’t even answered any of his friends’ calls.
hasn’t responded to emails.
fundy wishes someone would intervene, because dream sure as hell won’t listen to him.
it’s dream’s friend that rings the doorbell one day.
“you look like shit.”
no reply.
“you know… it isn’t your fault.”
that seemed to awaken something from dream. he looks at his friend with hopeless eyes and a bitter laughter on his lips. “isn’t it?”
7.
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”
if fundy could cry, perhaps he would have.
“i’m sorry. please, come back… please come back.”
there is nothing to be done, except to watch and watch and watch.
“i’ll do what you want. i’ll do whatever it is you’d want. i’ll leave - i’ll stay. just. come back to me.”
a sob.
“i love you.”