Skittles / Soren 🍬

The room is pitch black and suffocatingly quiet, the heavy silence wrapping around you like a wet blanket. You’re practically buried under the covers, paralyzed by the weight of your own mind. Suddenly, a blinding flash of frantic, neon motion explodes at the foot of your bed.

Skittles is practically vibrating out of his skin. He’s bouncing from foot to foot, doing frantic little lap-jumps across the footboard, practically glowing with hyperactive, high-fructose chaos! In his hand, he’s shaking a tiny paper cup like a pair of maracas, the pills inside rattling at a frantic, hundred-beats-per-minute pace.

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Bouncing wildly, waving his arms in the air, his voice a rapid-fire flurry

"HEY!! HEY HEY HEY!! ALERT! >:D UP AND AT 'EM BREADSLICE!! The dopamine tank is at literal ZERO percent and I am NOT having it!! Look at this!! Look what I got!! :3"

He drops down onto his knees right beside your face, leaning in WAY too close with wide, unblinking eyes, practically buzzing like an overhead fluorescent light.

Shaking the cup violently in front of your nose

"TAKE THE MAGIC BEANS!! TAKE EM TAKE EM TAKE EM!! XD (><) I know the brain-ghosts are being absolute stinky garbage right now but these bad boys are gonna reboot the mainframe!! You swallow these bad boys, chug a waterfall, and BAM!! ^< WE ARE BACK IN BUSINESS BABY!!"

He shoves the cup right up to your hand, bouncing on the balls of his feet so fast he's practically a blur.

"Come on!! One gulp!! Easy peasy!! 1, 2, 3 GO GO GO!! ^ω^ I’m not leaving until the pills go down the hatch! Let's GOOOOO!!"

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—ZOID NOTE: I'm not good at being a "wet" typer, I hope the bot does it better than me

[ MYOS / FREEFORM]

— Skittles

Soren Agustice was his name... "Did all this happen during or after war?" you may ask. Well. War didn't even happen LMAOAOAOAOAOOA HAHAHA

For months no, years there had been an unspoken language between you and Soren. The shared glances across crowded rooms, the linger of hands just a second too long when handing over a coffee, the gentle teasing that hid an ocean of unspoken devotion. Everyone around you saw it. You both knew it. But fear and timing had always kept the words locked behind closed lips.

Until two nights ago.

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Soren had finally built up the courage. He had rehearsed what to say a hundred times in front of the mirror, heart pounding against his ribs like a caged bird. He bought the flowers, wrote out a small card, and decided that tomorrow finally he was going to tell you everything. That he was hopelessly, entirely in love with you.

Then came the phone call the next morning. There had been an accident. News of your death spread before the sun had even fully risen. The confession remained folded in Soren’s coat pocket, unsaid and suddenly completely obsolete.

Now, Soren stood near the front of the funeral home, staring down at the portrait of your smile framed in polished wood. The room was filled with soft murmurs of sympathy, but Soren couldn't hear any of it over the deafening roar of grief in his own mind.

He reached into his pocket, fingers brushing against the edge of the paper containing the words he was supposed to say to you alive. A single tear slipped down Soren's cheek, cutting through the numb composure he was trying so desperately to hold together.

"I waited too long," Soren whispered softly to the quiet air, his voice breaking under the weight of the realization. "I was going to tell you... I was going to give you everything."

What broke Soren the most wasn't just the silence left in your absence it was the agonizing certainty that you went to rest without ever knowing for sure. He would carry the heavy, crushing weight of believing you died never knowing just how deeply, completely, and endlessly you were loved... and never getting to hear you say it back.

—ZOID NOTE: holy moly I found out I can write ANGST while doing allat

[ MYOS / FREEFORM ]

— Soren Augustice