I could write about depressed Lewis for d a y s
Here’s a little story that I’m gonna write a part 2 for.
I was bored at 1:00AM and I wanted to write :>
Edit; Once again Tumblr in a mobile browser SUCKS
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The memory replayed.
His last few moments up to his death. Over and over, like some sort of twisted, inescapable merry-go-round.
It was all he could see. No matter what, it was burned in his mind.
All of it, starting from the moment in which they had decided to split up.
Watching Vivi out of the corner of his eye, walking down the other tunnel, telling her to call out to him and Arthur if there was any trouble. Approaching the ledge, seeing the spikes.
The odd noise that Arthur made, the laugh, the gleeful grin on his friend’s face as he shoved him off the ledge, his amber eyes sparkling as he watched his ‘best friend’ plummet to his doom.
And then it would replay. Over. And over. And over.
It was sickening, really. The thought of being murdered by your best friend, and in full view of the person you love the most.
It truly hurts to think about how she would’ve had to live without him if he hadn’t erased her memories.
Lewis let out a breath. He tried not to get distracted by these terrible thoughts, but it was impossible. They were just too strong, too powerful, too furiously out of control that they couldn’t be ignored.
He needed Arthur to feel the same way he did.
The ghost tightened his fist, his fingers digging into his palms.
Sadbeat made a noise behind him- he hadn’t even realized that it was there.
“....sorry.”
Lewis sighed, leaning on the table, sounding exasperated.
The tiny deadbeat floated in front of his face, little glowing bits of yellow teardrops glimmering at the edge of its eyes.
Sadbeat was the only deadbeat he had administered a real name to- there were just so many of the little ghosts, he wouldn’t have been able to keep track of all of them, especially with his partially shattered mind.
Lewis didn’t even know why or when the deadbeats arrived- he had just walked into a room one day, and that room happened to be filled by tiny little glowing ghosts- most of which seemed angry. (Of course, this scared him half to death, but he was already dead, so he couldn’t say that)
Three of them decided to stay by his side- Sadbeat and the other two.
He could’ve named the other two as well- but he just didn’t. They didn’t seem to notice his feelings like Sadbeat did- well, the angry one could sense when he was angry, and it would just get angrier with him.
The other one was just oblivious and clueless, nothing like Sadbeat. Sadbeat really- noticed him. It felt him, tried to give him comfort, especially when he thought about Vivi, or his family- really, when he was upset.
It stayed close to him, often clinging on to his shoulder while the other two chased each other.
His thoughts had gone off on a tangent again- something that had been common throughout the past few months. It was what kept him sane, the trains of other thoughts taking his mind off of Arthur for a while- or at least until he remembered why he was angry.
Lewis’s train of thought trailed off. The ghost leaned onto the table again. He was becoming exhausted, his mind was fogging up.
Time for another coffee.
