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His 534th text to Flame today this week. But despite his efforts, he could never reach him properly.
To be fair, he was definitely blocked already. Yet Wemmbu didn’t give a single fucking shit, as long as he can contact Flame it’s not over just yet.
Living without someone like him was just something he could barely do, even if he tried so hard to forget everything and just move on.
This post-breakup era of him has truly taken a toll on his mental health way more than everything he’s done combined.
Oh, what truly happened to them?
Wemmbu could remember those days he used to be gifted flowers by Flame, purple hyacinths that matched his hair that Flame once called “pretty”.
That day he felt like somebody finally cared enough about him to check on him all the time, making sure his health wasn’t rapidly decreasing every single nanosecond of each day that passed.
But a flower would always wilt someday. Sometimes slowly, and maybe even worse than hell itself.
They distanced from eachother, from personal issues, family problems, financial distress, or whatever that happened to the both of them.
Especially the fact that Wemmbu himself was doing way, way worse mentally than he’s ever been for such a long time. Of course when he feels like he’s doing better, something would strike him from afar.
Those cuts on his body were thicker; and it felt like it was the only option to stop him from just dying on the spot.
2 months clean down the drain.
Flame slowly turned to this Melod- or Lome-something guy he used to talk about alot. He was happier, more energetic, and felt way more free than when he was with him.
Supporting somebody like him was just another burden to Flame’s shoulder, he could easily guess that with one eyes closed. It was the truth Wemmbu would never want to ever accept at all.
Warm remarks and playful teasing slowly turned sharper, colder, and something Wemmbu could hardly recognize. Was this really the man he always loved and wanted?
He still loved him so, so, so, so much. He knows he’s too much. To love and trust, he’s nothing without Flame.
Those painful screams and deep, shaky breaths that burned and scratched his throat. His vocal chords tearing itself apart while he just want’s to stop living like this.
And it felt so good to just love him unconditionally. Even if he didn’t love him back anymore.
flaemmmzzz ^_^
flame
flame
im sorry
its all my fault.
i swear ill be better
can you just love me?
without any payment?
flaem
FLAEMMMMM
please
cmon.
u know i luv you
i never had a tine that i didnt
i care for you.
please.
i know my love was different from yours
but it was love too.
i know im desperate.
but please
give me a second chance
ditch that lomedy guy whatever
pls
just for a night
i just want u here wit me
psl flmea
please.
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The love he had will always stay. But why wont he accept it?
Eating feels like a waste now. He doesn’t know if he’s hungry or starving, but the only thing he knows is that whatever he’s doing as a coping mechanism now is gonna effect him extremely.
He’s lost a ton of weight since last month. Yogurt and a banana is one of the only things keeping him alive at this point. Maybe just throw in a hotdog or whatever.
That shiny hair he claimed as his? Dull and dry, so weird and ugly for him.
Flame’s definitely blocked him.
Egg’s been worrying about him ever since “that” happened, and he’s been texting Wemmbu nonstop for the past month and a half because of this. Words can’t describe how guilty he is at this point.
It’s so hard to not just get up and knock on Flame’s doorstep knowing damn well he’s already moved to a different state, and he’s also gonna get arrested for being whatever he is in the first place.
Ending up in a mental hospital is NOT on his bucket list nor 2026 new year resolutions.
His depression room is a genuine fucking mess, notebooks and overdue papers scattered in random places. Those cute little Madoka and Miku posters he put on to make himself happy are dirty and worn out. Clothes scattered everywhere except the closet. The microwave is broken.
His PC is also running on hopes and dreams.
And he can’t make himself get up.
Wemmzuuuuuuu!!!
Hey wemm
just going to check up on you, im worried abt u ever since ur breakup
with flame T_T
just make sure youre eating okay?
i’ll go to ur house soon, dont be afraid to vent to me
promise !!
i get moving on is hard
but you jave us!!
jaden (who probanly lieks u alot), parrot, spoke, loppezz, and me <3
well always support you, no matterwhat will happen.
seriously
Those last texts were enough to make him cry out loud for 2 hours straight again. But he didn’t instead he just read them in darkness because his room’s lighting is so fucking terrible.
But it wasn’t enough for him to exist for more than a week.
Atleaat he knew people cared. Oh, how selfish he was for being like this when people clearly cared about him so much until the end of the fucking earth.
Nothing will ever truly change if he doesn’t try, thankfully he isn’t planning on doing that at all yet. He’s not sure if he’s hapoy or not for thinking like that.
Egg’s really gonna scold him once he sees this mess he’s done once again. Oh my god he’s so useless.
Maybe this was truly the actual reason why Flame broke up with him.
Probably someday, there will be a time that he will finally feel like he want’s to leave this comfort room he’s made. Especially since he’s already destroying himself day by day like a big ass monster devouring a city.
That really sucks for him, to be honest.