RFA + Saeran breaking the 4th wall to comfort a very sad MC
Note: This one I wrote in the hopes to feel better after I was hurt by someone very close to me. To all the MCs out there, I just want you to know you are valid, your feelings are valid, and you should never feel ashamed of who you are! I love you all!
“Why can’t you just be happy? It’s not that hard.”
What are you talking about? Why are you being so mean? You don’t mean that, right? Right? I’m doing my best here. I’m trying my hardest to be happy, why are you making light of my feelings? I’m always there when you’re in a bad place, so why… Why is it so hard for you to understand me? You’re not sure if your heart has stopped or it’s beating way too fast for you to register its rhythm. You do know, however, that you don’t want to listen to this anymore. It’s not right. It’s not okay. It shouldn’t be like this.
“Oh, wait. It probably doesn’t matter to you. Being happy, I mean. ‘Cause you wanna die young anyway.”
You lie awake in your bed, phone turned off and tucked under one of your pillows. If you don’t see it, maybe the memories of your evening will fade away faster. Well, at least you’re somewhat hopeful and that’s a good sign.
Your ceiling needs some fresh paint. That’s the conclusion you come to after staring at it for a few hours. Your whole body is numb, eyes red from crying a bit too much. You fear that if you don’t think about trivial things, you’ll stop thinking at all and the thought is either too terrifying or too exciting - you can’t really tell right now. You try to remember that article you read yesterday, the one about yoga poses that help you fall asleep. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
You’re hugging your knees to your chest when you hear a faint beep. Your first thought is that you must have imagined it, but the sound repeats.
While your brain tries to find a logical explanation for your phone to beep even when it’s turned off, your hands are already on their way to find it. Why do you have so many pillows anyway?
Now that’s… strange, to say the least. The phone keeps beeping, its screen black with just one exception - the familiar symbol of an envelope indicating that you got a new message. Only this time, it doesn’t look like what you’re used to seeing when someone texts you. It’s strangely familiar, though. It kind of reminds you of a game you used to play. Hoping that it’s not actually some kind of virus, you wish yourself luck and click the icon.