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The record player spins the white-striped violet disc as it plays its tune. It fills the air of silence surrounding the both of them, facing each other, seated in their respective chairs and staring each other down in an unspoken game of sorts.
"Cook dinner" He says. "N. O." says the other, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of winning over this little argument. "I said," he starts again "go. cook. dinner." The other simply turns away from him and repeats yet again "No"
He sighs in defeat. He cooks dinner.
"It tastes awful!" the dismayed other says, mouth a thin line and eyes filled with an unimpressed look in them. He takes a deep inhale. "Look," he says, standing up and facing the other "This is why-" he takes a few steps forward "-you should've been the one to cook dinner". He was met with a plate being thrown at him, luckily it didn't break but the attack didn't stop there.
"You need to learn how to cook!" The other yells at him "I don't want to be the one always cooking so please-" a plastic cup hits the floor, failing to land on its target but succeeding in cutting them off. "You -"
The house fills with laughter as it turns into a mess with their chase.
Twenty seventh of November, seven thirty six; they were happy.
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"May I see him?"
"No" the doctor says "He needs rest, I suggest you take a rest too"
The hospital is not nice.
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"Come on!" He hollers down at him. The sun was high up, and so was he. The other gives him a worried look, wondering how in the world did he even get up there. He smiles "George" patting the spot next to him "Come".
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Tenth of November, twelve twenty three; sand castles
He was home early. The other did not expect this, but the surprise was welcome. "Let's go eat at that new restaurant that opened up, they say the food there's good!" he tells the other. "Hm, why not. Where is it?" he did not know how to answer. For one, if he told him it was far they may end up not going. Second, if he said it was near then he's sure to get complaints about his sense of direction and the time.
He answers with "It's by the beach. Would you still like to go?". He receives the warmest yes in the form of a lovely smile from the other. They have lunch.
The beach was nice.
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"Calm down, explain what happened to him"
"I-" the other can't help the tears "I saw him up there a-and the next thing I knew he-"
"Okay, deep breaths. We'll come back to you later when you're ready alright?"
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Kites are amazing, he thinks. He lets it fly high up and makes sure it doesn't get far. The other watches, gaze following wherever the wind blows the brightly colored diamond up in the sky. He notices and makes the kite do little loop-de-loops in the air, the other gets mesmerized in its graceful manner.
"Wanna try it?" The other faces him, a gentle smile forming on his features. He teaches the other, the other learns. They fly the kite together, the winds blowing behind them.
First of November, nine fifty; windy days
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"How is he doctor?"
"Not good, he hasn't woken up yet. We'll have to be patient"
"Okay"
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The mattress was the only place the other wanted to stay in for the whole day, but he had plans for the both of them. So he swiftly got everything ready and was now dragging the sleepy other towards the car, he gets him buckled up and drives.
"Where're we going?" The other asks. "You'll see," he grins "You're gonna love it"
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Twelfth of November, two fourteen; picnic
"How is it?" He asks, anticipating at least a 'good' or 'decent' from the other. Instead he was met with "It needs more sugar" which is understandable, he himself thought it tasted off. He adds a spoonful of sugar and stirs.
"How is it now?" The other takes another sip, licking his lips "It tastes good, it's good". He feels so proud. He's made something good, he smiles. The other chuckles softly at his triumph.
He feels like he's on top of the world.
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"...What?"
"I'm sorry but that's the situation as of now. If things change or if anything happens, we'll call you immediately."
"Oh...I see"
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"Are we there yet?". He laughs fondly "Almost". They walked a few more minutes before finally settling down underneath the shade of a large oak tree, the field before them swaying with every gust of wind coming its way. "It's pretty isn't it?"
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They take a trip down town, exploring the streets and corners until they've stumbled upon an old record store. He finds one particularly interesting. Maybe it's the colors, he doesn't really know. The other makes a purchase of the phonograph along with his chosen record.
They put it to use immediately, setting it all up and listening to it play for the first time.
Fourth of November, three o' one; they dance
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"How long until then doctor?"
"We're not sure, it could take a very long time. If nothing changes, we have to prepare for the possibility that it might never happen"
The other is silent, the doctor is not nice.
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"Get down from there!" The other shouts up at him, he shakes his head. "You're gonna get hurt! Please-". He considers for a moment, coming down to relieve the concerned other. He decides to do so. "Fine! I'm coming dow-". His hand misses the branch.
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"The doctor said you might need someone to talk to you, something about it helping you wake up."
His breathing is slow. The other speaks again.
"Until then I'll be here, I'll keep you company."
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"Dream? Dream!--". His vision is blurred, the ringing in his ears muffles what the other is saying, but he hears him still. Though not being able to understand a word from him, he nods. Unsure of what to do, he could only assume whatever the other says is something he should agree with. So he agrees.
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"Today I picked some dandelions, they're really nice. I would like for you to see them too"
Sunlight passes through the windows, illuminating the room with its rich color.
"Please wake up"
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Twenty first of November, ten o' five; brunch
Birds chirping were what had woken him up. It was a beautiful day, he couldn't waste it much longer than he already has waking up at near noon. He stretches, takes a shower, and heads downstairs straight to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
"What time is it?" a sleepy voice asks. He peeks his head out and finds the other by the stairs, sitting down leaning on the rails for support as to not fall down on the floor. He smiles at the sight before answering "Nearing noon, it's already ten sixteen".
"Really?" The other stands up, making his way into the kitchen and sits awaiting breakfast. "I hardly believe it already being the middle of the day, we slept in for that long?!". He serves the other pancakes and buttered toast "Yes, now eat"
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"You know, it's getting a bit cold don't you think?"
Everything felt so warm with him around, the other is not sure why he doesn't feel it anymore.
"Let's get you tucked in"
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"It's snowing" the other says, staring out the windows.
"Everything's covered in snow,"
"Let's make a snowman when you wake up"
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"Checkmate" he says, grinning. "You cheated. You couldn't have won again if you were playing right" the other tells him, huffing in an indignant manner. He rolls his eyes "I did play fair, you just suck". "Hey!"
Seventh of November, one forty three; board games
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"Please wake up"
Silence.
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First of December, eleven twenty five; Happy birthday Dream
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