~I know, another chapter in the same day?! Well, I am feeling... well, not a passion, but something about this story. It is pulling me in, and I can't help but write more. I have no idea how long this story will keep my interest, so I will put as many as I want to in a short amount of time. Good? Good. Hope you enjoy.~
Chapter 2: Please Come Home
Laying on the couch, Pewds stared at the ceiling fan and tried not to think, afraid even moving a muscle would cause his emotional state to go from nice and numb to being hit with a clusterfuck of feelings he did not want.
He knew he couldn't hide from reality forever, but it was a nice thought to have.
It was then the phone decided to make itself heard, breaking his peaceful silence.
Sighing, he dragged himself up and made himself answer his cell, the ringtone indicating it was his friend Ken.
"Yeah?" Pewdie asked, voice void of emotion and dull even to him.
"Hey heeeeeyyy! How's my favorite guy in the world?" Ken answered in an overly cheerful voice, obviously in an attempt to bring joy to Pewdie's otherwise non-existent happiness.
"What do you want Ken?" He asked, massaging his forehead in frustration. Pewdie had already told his friends to not bother him, so why were they still trying to cheer him up when he didn't want to be?
"Oh, you know, wondering if you wanted to go out drinking with me, Mark, and Stephen. It'll be a guys night out, what do you say?"
Pewdie sighed. It was always like this, his friends attempting to get him out of the house and try to be happy. Maybe he just wanted to wallow in self pity, but they didn't seem to care. "The answer is no. Sorry, I just don't want to go anywhere."
He heard his friend sigh also, then his voice dropped as he got serious. "Felix, you can't stay like this forever."
"I'm sorry, but no." Pewds said in slight anger, hanging up in frustration before Ken could say anything else.
He hated being a dick, but really, Pewds just didn't want to be near anyone at the time, when the wounds were still fresh to him.
Sure, it had been months since Marzia ended the relationship they had, but it still hurt. If love and life go on, then why was he still there, hurting just as much?
Pewdie fell down onto the couch and again stared at the ceiling fan, watching it go round and round. He couldn't help but envy it, for it had only one job and that was to work by spinning around.
Sure, must be boring as hell after a while, but much easier to handle than what he was right then.
After a while, he sighed again and got up when nature called to use the toilet.
Having flushed and washed his hands, he looked at the mirror above the sink and sighed sadly, sliding down onto the floor.
Sitting, he brought his knees up and hugged them tightly, face hidden as the tears fell down again, the numbing barrier finally giving away under the flood.
I love you, Marzia. Please come back home to me.
TBC...
~And that was the second chapter. Yes, I know, I am a depressing person. But it get better... only to fall down another shit hole, true, but it does get better! See ya.~