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Acho remembers that day vividly, he remembers watching Krow slice open Kyle's neck right in front of him. And he remembers being so, so tired. So tired as they pushed everyone out of the room and into the blinding lights in front of the audience, he remembers Kyle's blood slowly drying, clinging to his skin and stuck underneath his fingernails. Acho wanted to do nothing more than die and join Kyle at that moment, as people watched them as if they were lab rats in some twisted experiment.
How Graecie tried to speak to him, how they both looked at him sadly. But he was so, so incredibly drained. He didn't want to talk, he felt if he did he would breakdown again and he couldn't deal with that. The rest is fuzzy and distant, he vaguely remembers people asking the outsiders questions, he remembers being forced to answer a question, he remembers it clearly. “Say, did you actually care about Kyle? If not then that's one hell of a performance.” The person said, and Acho felt his eye twitch.
The urge to just punch the person in front of him but he didn't, he stayed calm and answered as calmly as he could. “Well, I did. I- I really do. Kyle was and will always be my best friend.” That seemed to satisfy the person and they walked off. After the questioning they were all released back into the world with nowhere to go. It had been a whole 2 years since any of them were in the real world.
They all ended up deciding to stay together after it. They all got jobs and got a house together and honestly, Acho felt great. Well- the best he felt since his days with Kyle. While it was hard warming up to Krow, they did slowly but surely and one step at a time. Every now and again Acho would see someone that reminded him of Kyle and he'd start tearing up. He still missed Kyle, he missed Kyle a lot. But for now, he was fine. He'd be fine, and they'd all be fine.
“Hey Kyle.. Umm, I doubt you can hear me.” He said with a chuckle as he looked back up. “But, it's been about a year since you died. And, I still miss you. I know it's probably cliche, talking to the sky to the dead but- oh well, sue me. I've.. kind of forgiven Krow, while I still don't fully trust it. I- I think I've come to peace with it.” He said, stammering on his words as they blinked the tears away. “I'm so glad that you were my friend, my best friend. And, maybe, just maybe.” He whispered, his voice cracking up as he spoke. “Maybe, if we weren't doomed. We could have been friends in another universe.” Acho finished as he started crying, tears streaming down his face as he kept a smile on his face. He missed Kyle so much, and he'd probably never stop missing him. And every time he spoke to the sky- or like he'd imagine as Kyle he started crying.
He knew he wasn't going to let go of his best friend anytime soon, and that was fine. It took a long time for scars to heal, and his scars probably weren't healing anytime soon. He still got scared at the slightest loud noise, he still got scared at sudden movement. But he'd get better. All of them would get better, everyone that survived would get better. And they would be okay. But for now, they were all broken, but they were fine. They'd be fine.