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The magazine to the gun clicked shut, then a loud bang echoed through the room, accompanied by Ozo’s limp body falling to the floor.
It was dark, that was weird, really weird. He still felt like he was there? Did his attempt not work?, he slowly tried to open his eyes.
Suddenly a blinding light hit him, when he recovered he was in a green field, it looked familiar oddly enough though he wasn’t sure where he was, he felt someone he knew could be, someone he missed heavily.
Ozo slowly stood up, not used to his new form leading to him stumbling quite a bit, fuck he’s wearing the clothes he wore the day he lost him, this isn’t a coincidence is it. Ozo got his balance and tried to walk, -but instantly fell over, oddly enough he didn’t feel any pain, thats good, he needed that right now. Ozo eventually was able to move fully and walked through the field, hoping his senses would help him find the one he’s looking for. Step by step, Ozo kept stumbling but after a bit, as in an hour or so, he finally was able to move normally without tripping or anything, oh and he just fell over again damnit.
He slowly walked feeling like he was getting nowhere, then all of a sudden he saw a figure sitting in the grass, laying down looking at the sky, oh wait its dark already? yeah ozo you fucking dumbass lock in, anygays. Ozo slowly approached them, staring before realizing who it was.
“Brandon!!” Ozo called out, hoping it was actually him, not just another dream about finding brandon again.
The figure aka Brandon or something quickly sat up and looked back at him.
“Ozo??” He stood up as fast as he could and ran towards Ozo, basically jumping at him before tightly pulling him into a hug.
“Ozo!! How did you get here what happened??” Brandon sounded genuinely worried but was really glad to finally see his best friend again after what, Year? Months? Time was weird here.
Ozo was hesitant to speak but tried his best to come up with an excuse on how he was here, “I uh... something happened thats just about it. But- I missed you so much brandon, Im sorry I couldn’t save you.” Ozo buried his head into Brandons shoulder, feeling as if he would cry any second.
“Ohh I see.. I hope everything’s been doing okay for you after I left, don’t be sorry.” Brandon softly spoke, caressing Ozo’s back.
Ozo loved when Brandon did that, but at the same time he was trying so hard not to tell Brandon how he hasn’t been okay, how he would intentionally injure himself just to feel something, how he wished every day brandon would come back just to tell him everything’s gonna be okay and that he’ll stay this time.
It felt too quiet so Ozo finally spoke.
“What is this place Brandon?”
He asked, voice filled with emotion while leaning into Brandons touch.
“Its where the goods are silly!”
Brandon answered, giggling but also having that slight bit of worry for Ozo still there, knowing he’s definitely not in a good mental state right now. He then gently spoke to Ozo in the most reassuring voice he could manage.
“Its okay, I’m here now, please don’t worry I wont go anywhere now.”
Ozo started sobbing into Brandon’s arms after he said that, feeling horrible but relieved at the same time.
“I- missed you s-so so badly man..”
Brandon slowly brought him and Ozo to the ground to have Ozo sitting on his lap while he hugged him. (NOT SEXUAL BTW)
“It’ll be ok Ozo, I’m here now.”
Ozo sobbed into Brandon’s arms continuously for at-least 10 minutes.
Maybe what he did was worth it, Brandon was all he had now, and all he needed.
Slowly, Ozos breathing steadied and he hesitantly hugged Brandon tightly, scared he would lose him again if he hurt him, scared he would do something wrong.
“Sorry for that..” Ozo said quietly, feeling bad for making Brandon take care of him.
“Ozo, don’t be, you didn’t do anything wrong, I understand how you feel, don’t worry.
Ozo adjusted himself in Brandons lap (NOT SEXUAL AGAIN.) so he could hold on to him as tight as he could.
Brandon smiled and hugged Ozo back, caressing his back again to comfort him.
Ozo went limp in Brandon’s arms after a bit, Brandon noticed and looked at Ozo’s face and ohh he fell asleep..
Brandon tried to move Ozo off his lap but he still was gripping onto him tightly, damn his subconscious must be strong. Brandon couldn’t do anything else so he just laid down with Ozo on his chest, ‘I guess it wont be so bad to stay like this for the night.’