"And when I woke up, he was gone! And then, I met with my friend, and she told me that she slept with the same guy just the other day! And he left her too!" "Lydia, calm down, this has clearly nohing to do with you, this guy has problems. You're dealing with a so called 'player', and it's very sad that he got to a such wonderful lady as yourself. Just, don't take it personally and don't lose faith, a good guy is still out there for you!" "But, this man is dangerous, doctor!" "I'm a psychologist, not a doctor, dear Lydia." "Yeah, yeah, but listen, this man has slept with almost the entire city! I've talked to alot of friends and almost everyone knew of him and have friends who does too, he's fucked up!" "The entire city? May I ask, what's his name..?" "Yes, bevare of Cryaotic. His name is Cryaotic, but he calls himself 'Cry'."
"Hey, Cry! It's good to finally hear from you man!" Russ said happily in the phone. "Yeah, you too, pal! How's it going?" While Cry was talking to his friend, he was walking home from another one-night stand, leaving the poor girl sleeping alone.
"I'm good. It's really great to hear from you, I was worried since I heard about your feelings for Pewds and now he's gone and all-" "Russ, I'm fine, really. It's been 6 months since Pewds, and I'm doing great." "You sound like an emotionless robot, though, but okay. Have you heard from Ken lately btw?" "No, and I hope I won't. For his sake. I never want to see his sorry ass again. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going out tonight, so I have to look my finest." "Alright, see ya, bye, Cry!" And without saying goodbye, Cry hung up.
He entered his apartment and laid down on his big bed.
He entered a new bar. He decided for this bar tonight since he had'nt been there before, and hopefully no one would recognize him and know he was only looking for a one nighter.
He sat down on a bar stool. "Scotch." He simply said and the bartender poured it up for him.
And just when he was about to take his first sip..
"Hey, are you Cry?" He looked to his left, and saw a younger blonde guy, looking back at Cry with the question hanging in the air. "Yes.." Cry answered, and then looked away, he did'nt want contact with people who knew of him, and this guy reminded him of.. With his blue eyes and blonde hair..
"That's so cool, man! Hey, how do you do it? All the ladys, I mean. Learn me all your tricks, pleeease!" Cry looked back at the guy once again, who now had a begging face expression, and he thought 'this could be fun.'
So he drank his scotch and turned to the blonde.
"First, no strings attatched. Well, pretend there is, but only beacuse, if they know it will only be a one-nighter, they won't talk to you. But that's pretty basic and you should now that. The rest.. I don't think you could pull it off my way." "But, come on duude, please! Atleast tell me how you always manage to leave before they wake up!" "Okay, okay. But.. Well, my trick is that I never sleep.. So.. If I don't sleep, I can just leave when I'm sure the woman is sleeping. Simple as that." "Wait.. You never sleep? Dude.. That's messed up.. Why? Can't you just sleep and set a silent timer or something?" "No, you don't understand. I'm not staying awake to be able to leave them, I'm staying awake 'cus I know what's waiting for me in my dreams.." "What's waiting for you in your dreams?" Cry just stared at the guy and let the question hang in the air a bit more.
"Do you know how I can be with, and leave all these women, without even caring about it?" Cry asked instead, and the guy shook his head, waiting for the answer. "I fell inlove once. It was pretty long ago now.. I lost him. I lost the part of me that feels. I have'nt shed a single tear, and I have'nt breathed a single chuckle, but I don't care. I lost the ability to care. That's the key to do what I'm doing. And what I would normally say to you, if I were to be me like I was before, right now, I would tell you to just find that perfect one for you, marry that person, and stop playing around. But now, I don't care if you go home tonight with a woman half your age, and leave her in the morning, I'd say, have fun." The blonde guy looked at him, with sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, man. You know what, I think I'll go home and spend the night in some other way, but good talking to you, and thanks for the tips!" The guy said, and held up a brofist. Cry looked at the fist. "I don't.. Brosfist." "Oh.. Well, bye dude." The guy said as he shrugged and walked away.
Cry decided to go home after that, he did'nt feel up for it that night, and he felt tired.
And when he got out of the bar, the rain poured down.
"Aint that just my luck.." He mumbled as he put his hood on and started walking down the streets, towards his apartment.
And with his hood down, he stopped watching the streets ahead, and he suddenly walked right into another man.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I did'nt see you." A familiar voice said. Cry was hiding his face under the hood, but this made it hard for him to see the other persons face aswell.
So, Cry pulled off his hood, but stopped his movements when he saw who it was.
"No.. You're not real.. This is just my mind playing tricks on me.." The man looked back at Cry. "Cry..? Oh my god.. Cry! I.. You're alive.." "STOP! You. Are not. NOT. Pewdie." "What? No, Cry listen to me, I'm real, I'm here." "No, you're not real, PEWDIEPIE IS DEAD, GONE! FOREVER." "Calm down, please, just listen-" "No, goodbye, my mind just made you up." And with that, Cry ignored Pewdie and walked past him, towards his apartment that was visible from there now.
"Cry! Stop, please! Come to my grave tomorrow and I'll be there, to show you I'm real! I'm not dead, Cry! You know where the grave is, you're there everyday! Come by 3 tomorrow." Pewdie shouted after him, and Cry pretended not to hear.
But the words kept spinning in his head all night.
Could that really be Pewds? "Am I going insane?" Cry mumbled, looking at his tired eyes in the mirror.
It was the next day, and Cry pulled up his car by the graveyard. He checked his watch. Right on time. "What am I even doing here.. Believeing my own imagination.."He mumbled as he walked towards Pewdie's grave. The rose from yesterday was still gently resting on his grave, but no Pewds could be seen.
"As I thought, only my imagination. That's it, I'm going crazy." Cry mumbled and turned around to go back to the car, but he walked right into another, slightly taller, man.
"So, you came after all." Cry slowly let his eyes wander up to Pewdie's, who looked back at him. "You.. You're dead, Pewds." Cry felt his voice getting shaky and his vision got a bit blurry. Pewdie smiled back at him. "But I'm not." And now, Cry could see the tears streaming down Pewdie's face, and he felt how the same thing was happening to him.
"You.. Can't be real.." Cry whispered as a hand went up and to feel Pewdie's chest. "You're.. Real?" He looked at his hand, pushing on Pewdie's chest, then going up to his face, lining his features and brushing away his tears. "You're real." Cry said one more time as he put his hand on Pewdie's cheek. Pewdie smiled at him, and Cry did the same. But only for a short while. Cry's face expression changed into anger and his hand lifted of Pewdie's face, and slapped him, once, twice,-
"Stop, Cry, what are you doing?!" Pewdie yelled as he stopped Cry's hand by grabbing his wrist. "How could you let me believe you were gone?! You could've just.. Six months, Pewds!" Cry screamed at Pewdie. "Beacuse Ken held me captive! I escaped two days ago, and the first thing I did was come looking for you! And you have no idea what I've gone through to find you, all the bullshit gossip I've heard, that I hope to god is'nt true, and when I finally find you, you just tell me I'm your imagination, run away, then come back, just to hit me in the face. I've been living hell."
"Well, my life have'nt been a dance on roses either! I have'nt slept! I've gone insane without you! You took my feelings away, all I do is sleep around and not give a fuck, atleast you knew I was alive, waiting for you!" "I did'nt." "What?" Pewdie sighed and leaned against his own gravestone. "When I woke up at the hospital, Ken told me you were dead, and as soon as I got out of that place, he knocked me out and drove me to his place, he hid me in his basement, told everyone I was dead, but many already knew beacuse of you, and after all this time, one day when he came down to give me food, like he did everyday, I knocked him out, and escaped. Then, I heard some gossip about some guy called 'Cry', came to know it was you, and here we are."
Cry did'nt answer, he just walked up to Pewdie, put his hands on Pewdie's cheeks, and kissed him.
After a while, they needed air, and pulled apart. "Let's kill Ken?" Cry said with a grin. "Yeah." They both chuckled and walked back to Cry's car.
"Hey, we should probably move, by the way." "Why?" "Well, I don't want to live with this reputation. I have slept with more than I'm proud to say." "Well, Cry, what makes you think we're going to live together now?" "Well, that's how it'll be, whether you like it or not, I'm not living without you, I want you near me everyday." "Sounds good to me."
"I love you, Pewds."
"I love you too."