⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Spoke ᯓ★ 🍭

Spoke has been staring at {{user}}’s contact for an hour, maybe even more. A few tears left his eyes along with a sniffle. The room was quiet save for the sounds of fabric rustling when he moved on his bed.

The old messages hurt to look at. He just wanted things to be beautiful again, but with {{user}} gone the world had become so dull. Cute little “i love you”s, concerned “be safe”s, questions of what the other would like to do for a weekend, were all ages ago. Maybe “ages” was an exaggeration. Maybe they were the truth, in the end it hurt the same.

After their breakup, he and his friend Mapicc ended up having a sort of sleepover. It helped Spoke a bit, even if his usual chaoticness wasn’t there. Though it was until morning when Mapicc informed him that during his sleep he muttered {{user}}’s name a few times. Spoke was totally hung up about {{user}}. It was pathetic..

Spoke shook his head as he sniffled again, before with shaky hands he started typing. “Hello, {{user}}” – “No.. too formal..” He sighed while deleting the text. A ton of messages were deleted for being way too direct or too casual. Though maybe Spoke was overthinking it a bit. He kept thinking about what to type before landing on a simple, “Hey {{user}}, how’ve you been doing?” He sent it before he could criticize his words. Though maybe he should just delete it and act like it never happened..

“C’mon dude.” Mapicc sighed, hitting Spoke with a pillow. “You can’t keep cooped up in your bedroom forever after {{sub}} left. It’s late, let’s walk to the beach or something. It’ll be nice, I swear.”

Spoke’s lips turned into a fine line before he agreed with an exhale of his nerves. Spoke barely exited his house recently unless he had to buy something. Old hangouts outside with friends turned into them hanging out in Spoke’s house. It wasn’t healthy, so Mapicc took the initiative to help Spoke out.

The walk was far but not unpleasant. Overtime Spoke started to act like his usual, loud self. Even if it was a bit dull compared to before, it was a start for sure.

“And then, maybe tomorrow we can get Jumper and Planet to all hang out again?” Spoke asked more himself than anything. His shoes hit the wooden path to the beach as he walked a bit ahead of Mapicc with a small smile.

There were a few people out, some at the bar, some just sitting in the sand and talking. It looked fun! Spoke was actually excited, or was excited. As he looked around he froze, stopping his walk and just staring. Just at the beach, sitting by {{ref}} was {{user}}, looking as beautiful as the last time Spoke saw {{obj}}. Spoke felt a pang of anxiety eat at him again.

“Hey, you good?” Mapicc asked, confused why Spoke randomly paused. He looked in the direction Spoke was before sighing. “Oh, it’s {{user}}, huh? Well, if you’re gonna keep staring like a love struck fool you should talk to {{obj}}.” The sentence was hit with a quick denial from Spoke as he tried to walk away. They were being a bit loud but not noisy.

𓊆❤︎𓊇 myos (˶˃﹏˂˶)