Be Karkat.

You had to lie.

You had to fucking lie to him. What else could you do?

It was for the best.

Yeah.

For the fucking best.

Instead of crying like a bitch, you decide to lay face-down on your bed and put headphones on to block out the shitty world.

Now and then I think of when we were together.

You bite your lip, feeling the skin swell and penetrate the copper-tasting blood. Tonight's not the night to start crying.

You made the decision.

But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.

After about what seemed like hours of listening to the song, you get a text message.

The screen blinks the person's name.

Gamzee Makara

"What do you fucking want…" you murmur under your breath, as you open up the message.

HeY mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg BrO :o)

I wAs SoRtA tHiNkInG aBoUt WhAt YoU sAiD tOnIgHt aNd Im MoThErFuCkInG cOoL aBoUt YoU sEeInG eGbErT iNsTeAd Of Me. HeS mOtHeRfUcKiNg ChIlL aS fUcK sO i CaN sEe WhY yOu'Re InTo HiM. So YeAh, MaN. tAlK tO yOu LaTeR. :o)

HoNk

You sit up for a moment, staring into the distance. A voice edges in the back of your head:

"Drink….drink….DRINK .…"