Sunset Memories Oneshots-Number 47: tell me when you hear my heart stop
TW for discussions of disassociation
Some days he’d scream and cry and beg that some higher power would take him instead of them, or at least he did in the beginning, before the bloody visions and sirens took over his already unpeaceful sleep. Now he just sits and watches the window as days pass by and memories numb any piece of life left in him.
It wasn’t like he had anyone to care for anymore, his family didn’t care, they were too busy with his brother, his charming, goal-scoring brother at some stupid month-long tour to even blink an eye at their eldest’s despair and complete shutdown. Bobby’s dreams had been too whimsical for their liking anyway, what help could they offer him outside of a stern ‘i told you so’.
If he was to engage with the outside world then he would have been no different than he was now; greasy-haired, in the same clothes from 3 days ago, wishing the ground would swallow him up, there was no use for him in this world without his 3 best friends. If he chose to go back into the world he would have to accept that they were gone, he wasn’t ready for that, most likely he never would be.
His friends weren’t dead when he stayed in his room, they would be running into his room arguing about a bassline or laughing about how luke got scared by a spider any moment now.
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