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“I forgive you, Ivan.”
“Really...? Thank you, Andrew—I don’t know what to say! So, how’s the game going?”
“I forgive you, Ivan.”
“...”
“I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you.”
“…Why? Go away, you stupid robot.”
“I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you, I forgive you.”
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Ivan woke up drenched in cold sweat. An emotionless voice still echoed in the room. It was unmistakeably Andrew’s. Despite his absence, it was still audible.
“Ivaaaaan. We’re still friends, right?”
“Please—just…go away.”
”Don’t push me away. We need each other.”
He looked up, and spotted Andrew sitting at his chair. He stood up and walked over to the fire axe, taking it out of the glass case and holding it.
”Andrew. What are you doing? No, you can’t be Andrew.”
“It’s me Ivan. I’m here. You’ll be safe. I’ll never leave your side.”
Malice dripped from his voice. He knew this Andrew was up to no good. Yet, he still froze in fear. Unable to rush our of bed, he sat and stared at Andrew.
”You deserve this, Ivan.”
The axe swung, hitting his left arm. He felt the sharp pain. Warm blood seeped out of the cut. He curled in pain, small tears leaving his eyes.
”S—stop…”
It didn’t end. Another slash across his wrist. More blood rushed out, soaking his clothes. He closed his eyes, expecting another hit. Instead, when he opened his eyes, Andrew had disappeared. It was just the tumor, standing there. But in Ivan’s hand was a small blade, stained with red.
The realization hit him instantly. Yet, he found some comfort in the blood and cuts. A warmth covered him. Like his hugs, the ones he dearly missed.
“You’re a pathetic mess. This is why he left you. You’re worthless, a greedy horror. You take and take and take. Andrew gave you his world, and you scarred him in return. He won’t heal, and it’s your fault.”
It was silent for a moment, he did have a point. The tumor was right this time, he never wanted to admit it. He hurt the only one that truly loved him.
Ivan laid on the bed, wrapped in bloody sheets. He lost his will to live. His existence will only cause more pain. If only he had someone to comfort him, and tell him it’ll be alright.
Oh sweet Andrew…
Ivan missed the intimate moments, his laugh, his scent. Andrew was beyond perfection, and Ivan had ruined their relationship for good.
He mindlessly wrote his final message on a document, a long and sincere one. He made sure to turn on the stove and light a candle. The pale man walked out of his apartment, and headed up the endless flight of stairs.
Make a name for yourself.
Every step felt more painful than the last. Alas, he reached the top. He pushed against the exit door, and walk outside. He was met with the frigid breeze, extinguishing the last bit of warmth in his body. He stepped onto the ledge, looking down. He gulped, the thought of jumping made him sick.
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea. He stepped down for a moment, staring back at the beaming moon. His second thoughts were holding him back. He remembered all of those nights they sat together in silence. He would never hear Andrew’s voice again. He never deserved a second chance, after what Andrew had to endure. Andrew spat out the words like venom.
“Don’t come looking for me again.”
The tumor had reappeared. He chuckled, pitying Ivan’s current state.
“Poor Ivan. Maybe you should’ve treated him better. Not even he will show up at your funeral. You’ve only dug your own grave. Don’t back out now.”
Hands started materializing out of the air, pointing to the ground. A mouth appeared, laughing annoyingly at Ivan. The taunting and laughter overwhelmed him.
Ivan was frustrated, but also nervous. He felt the world spin. It was nauseating. There was nothing he could do but go down.
“I’ve had enough.”
Ivan took the step. The wind whistled in his ear. He plunged into the darkness, the last thing on his mind was Andrew, as he cried.
Andrew…I wish you would have given me one last chance.
The world slowly blurred in his vision before darkness encapsulated him.
…
“Ivan, tell me. Do you think you can change?”
A soft voice asked him. He couldn’t deduce where the sound came from, amisdt the abyss.
”Maybe.”
“Answer.”
“I—I think I can.”
”…”
“Make things right.”
More silence followed the strange voice.
The pitch black suddenly started morphing into a…forest? Andrew was lying beneath a pine tree, staring into the moon. He looked a bit motionless, and blurry.
“Hey Ivan.”
Andrew didn’t turn his head, the words sounded eerily similar to the robotic Andrew in his dreams. He didn’t dwell much on it, he was too relieved to see Andrew again.
“Andrew? What’s happening? Are you okay? I’m truly…sorry for everything.”
“…”
“It’s nothing, Ivan.”
The more Ivan stared at Andrew, the blurrier his figure seemed to get.
Wait—what was his name again. Who is this person? What am I doing here. Isn’t he a…guy I met in high school? What is going on, what’s happening?
Ivan was confused but it felt familiar. Like a distant memory he used to know.
“Who are you?”
“I’m your friend, Ivan.”
His head suddenly hurt after hearing that word. The constant buzzing in his mind was driving him mad.
Wait—what word?
It wasn’t long before Ivan passed out from the pain in his head. A deathly silence, and pitch black void hung around in his mind. He heard the same voice one last time.
“Goodbye, Ivan.”