I wrote this because I was inspired by this amazing video artist on youtube, and her video was absolutely stunning! Here it is, if you want to see it.
watch?v=nxBxRPn_ROI
Anyways, Major sadness ahead.
You have been warned.
I should probably stop making weird drabble-y things at 5 in the morning...
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-a division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different. Ex., Split Personalities.
Is there anything I could do?
Comfort.
That was what first came to mind, when Bertholdt could see the gleam in his eyes, The sneer on his face.
The furrowed brow.
Reiner was having a bad day.
Bertholdt sighed, sitting on his bed, which was situated around five feet away from Reiners. "What happened?" he asked tentatively, a sheen of sweat glinting on his fore-head as Reiner let out a muffled sigh.
"I don't know Bertholdt...I just don't know how to make her like me."
Oh, Yes.
Reiner was known for being straighter than a board. Ever since the start of college, Reiner had been popular with the Ladies.
Bertholdt raised a weary smile, standing up and sitting down next to Reiner, he gave his shoulder a squeeze.
"Don't worry, I-I'm sure you'll get her sooner or later." Bertholdt comforted, his face trying to contort into one of assurance, but the heavy sweating and quivering lip gave it away.
Reiner sighed, flinging himself onto his mattress face-first. Bertholdt slightly winced, quickly got up, and crossed over to his side of the room.
"Good-night Reiner..."
Was the faint whisper of words.
Just to get some attention from you?
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fucking fair.
Why...
Why?
Why didn't he get Reiner's attention?
Why didn't he spend every waking moment with Reiner?
Why. Why, why, why?
You're tall, you're gay, you like your best friend.
And he's straight as a board.
Dating a girl.
Right.
Bertholdt furiously rubbed at his eyes, trying to hold back the sniffle that escaped from him.
It was noon, and here he was, lying in his bed like some drama-queen.
Wondering why he didn't get Reiner's attention.
I've lost every trace of you...
"R-Reiner...W-What are you saying...?"
"I can't be friends with you."
"W-What? W-Why...R-Reiner..?"
"I don't hang out with scum like you."
"R-Reiner please...Wait..."
"Go burn in hell, fag."
Don't...
Don't l-lea...
"No!" Bertholdt screamed, Helpless tears trailing down his cheeks as he watched his friend, his love, his only anchor to the world...
Leave him.
'How...How c-could h-he...l-leave...m-me alone...h-here...
"No...Don't you dare leave me!" Bertholdt screamed, slamming a fist into the floor.
Reiner's face portrayed all.
Even the disgust of having someone gay, plead for him to come back.
Bertholdt dry-heaved, hiccupping and screaming but damn whoever thought of him as a brat.
He was going to fucking take control of his life.
Mark my fucking words, Reiner.
Where are you..?
