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Two sat in their bed, playing with the food Four gave them. They were heavily depressed after Gaty’s disappearance, and rarely moved, yet talked. They used to be super talkative, sassy, the life of the party. Two’s state was so bad, Four, out of all people, mostly took care of them. It was sad seeing them so ……. Emotionless.
Four stepped into Two's room, and looked around. A bunch of empty, plastic water bottles, candy wrappers, some dried up, blood piles, moldy food, hell, even buckets full of Two’s piss.
Four sighed, and walked over to the bedside of their bed, and sat, not looking Two in the eyes.
“You, uh..” Four paused, his stutter kicking in.
“You know you can… talk to me, right?" Four said, his voice cracking.
Two looked up, their eyes glassy, and an expression on their face Four couldn’t comprehend what emotion it was conveying.
“I’m .. fine.” Two said, their voice raspy. They haven’t spoken in a month, so their voice is dry.
They stared at Four, as Four slowly started picking up the trash on their floor.
“Don’t lie to me, Two. You haven’t moved in a year, there’s literal piss on your floor, and there’s scars all over your fucking arms. You’re a mess." Four said, his eyes flickering to Two.
Two looked down, disappointed. Not in Four, but in themself. They tried so hard to make Four notice them, but in the end, they’re bedrotting, and not even taking care of the contestants they stole. Four and X are taking care of the contestants. Not them.
Four noticed Two looking down, so he sighed, walked over, and hugged Two so fucking tight, like there was no tomorrow.
Two froze, their face instantly having a small smile, and they almost spoke up, till Four interrupted them.
“Shut up. Let me hug you..” Four said, hiding a smile. He took a strand of hair out of Two's face, looking at their smile, like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.
“I love you.” Two suddenly said, out loud, and they started to tear up.
“Hey, why the fuck are you crying? Stop that shit..” Four said, immediately grabbing Two's hands, rubbing their knuckles with his thumb.
“I can’t love you.. I'm so sorry, Foursie.” Two said, crying harder, as they clutched Four’s shirt desperately, their hands slipping as they clutched the back of his shirt.
“Why the hell not? I- …..uh… I love you back.” Four said, as he stuttered and his voice cracked, because he was scared.
Two didn’t say anything, and they just kissed Four, and Four melted into the kiss, his hands grabbing the side of Two's head, and he deepened the kiss.
As they were kissing, Four didn’t realize it, but Two was slowly evaporating. They both continued making out, till Four opened his eyes, and saw Two, barely here.
He looked at Two, tearing up, as he saw the first person he has ever loved disappear right in front of him.
He desperately reached for Two's shirt, sobbing, he didn’t want Two to be gone. No, fuck, he NEEDED Two to stay, to grow old with him, to get married, to maybe start a family.
“Stay, please, Two.” Four sobbed out, clutching Two.
“I want to.”
“You NEED to.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck, Two! Don’t say that, please.”
“You’re making this harder than it should be.”
“Why can’t you stay?, fuck, why do you have to be gone. I can’t live without you, Two.” Four sobbed, tears hitting on Two's now almost transparent body.
“You’ll move on.”
Two said, their hands trembling, dry tears in their eyes.
“I love you, I can’t just, move on, Two!”
Four cried, shaking Two’s almost limp body, he didn’t want this to happen. Nono, he just kissed the person he has loved for years. This can’t be happening.
30 minutes later, Two was gone, the only thing left of them was their clothes they were wearing. It smelled exactly like them, it made Four cry harder, clutching Two’s favorite shirt, tears hitting hard onto the shirt.
Why did Two have to leave him, why?! Why did that, perfect, son of a fucking bitch perfect person have to leave him, desperate, even though they’re gone. Why? This was so fucking infuriating for Four, but all he could do, was sob as he clutched Twos shirt.
We were in love.
Why did you leave, Two.?
Were you scared?
Was this just a dream?
God I fucking hope so.
Two. It has been 2 years.
3 years.
4 years.
I got married to Ten.
I don’t love him.
I want you, Two.
I need you.
Please, just fucking come back.