(Author's Note: This is actually just to help my brain get back into writing before I go into personal writing. So please, please, please, this shall be finished soon and ignore my crappy plot and character development.)

This was the first time Sollux had screwed up like this. It wasn't a little screw up. It was a mother-fucking big screw up. You, Sollux Captor, had pushed away that one person who accepted you. That person hadn't ever made fun of your lisp; hadn't ever thought of your heterochromatic eyes as being weird; hadn't ever thought your love for computers and hacking was weird either. And you just pushed him away.

"If that's what you want Captor, then you can have it your fucking way," the blonde haired man had said. He turned away and walked away, people watching them closely. You didn't even try to stop him. You just stood there like a fool with your mouth weird open.

You closed your mouth and tried to call after him but no words came out. Soon he disappeared out of sight. He tried to call again but all that came were tears; salty, guilt-heavy tears. It was your entire fault.

You just lost Dave Strider.