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Moving away

If you know who this is in the photo, I cherish you ❤️.

CW: Language

"It wasn't his problem." Nightmare thought as he watched the deep purple tears drip messily against the boys desk.

Though when he went to look away, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty, a soft ache squeezing his soul.

Sighing dramatically, the boy stood from his desk. all eyes suddenly turning towards Nightmare as he sauntered menacingly down the isle of desks and peers. Some glancing down or shifting uncomfortably away when he passed.

Stopping steadily in front of the silently crying monochrome, he scowled down at the trembling younger. Cringing at his poor attempts to hide the obvious tears streaming down their face.

''Get up Cross.''

The monochrome sniffled gently, wearily peering up at the agitated boy through the gaps in his arms. Nightmare had stood in front of his desk. Cross flinched violently when their eyes caught one another. Nightmare glaring volcanically as he tried to hide back again.

clenching the edge of the desk he now leaned vexedly against. Nightmare clasped worryingly tight onto one of the sulking boys thin arms, yanking it away from the now half visable face of it's owner. He dragged Cross unceremoniously out of their desk chair. Not even batting his eye when his peer struggled futilely in his grasp. 

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"The fucks wrong with you. You can't go around embarrassing me with your baby boy tears, I already get enough smack from hanging around you. Could you at least try going one single day without crying every five fucking minutes. "

The duo now stood under the schools west-wing staircase, Nightmare against a wall and Cross curled meekly by the underside of the stairs. Hands clenching in frustration. Dust sat snugly into the creases of his shorts but he didn't care, more irritated by the unaccounted lecture he was receiving.

'Nightmare doesn't know' he tried to reassure. 'He can't understand.'

'But he's so stuck up and bratty,' an all too familiar voice mouthed in his head. 'His heads stuck too far up his ass to listen to a word anyone has to say.' They let out a mocking giggle, seemingly sneering at the aforementioned skeleton. If they had a body of there own cross is sure that a certain finger would be shoved straight into nightmares face.

'But Chara-'

'Listen Cross, if you want to get your problems across you have to be assertive and to the point! No cowering or shying away! Get this bitch to listen to you!' Chara was too exited.

But... if that will make the taller stop then...

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"I'm leaving the country!"

'Cross I said to be assertive, not over exaggerate. But I guess you have his attention so...'

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"What?" Nightmare paused. "Could you... repeat that?" He leaned gently away from the wall stunned.

Cross swallowed thickly peering desperately at his shoes tears pricking at his sockets. "Well it's not the country," he paused. "But I'm moving areas, " he was shaking now, knees brought up to his chest.

"My dad got a big business opportunity up north... so we're moving in June." The boy brought his head to his knees, sniffling vehemently.

"I don't wanna go."

It was muffled, but Nightmare understood. He tentatively, uncomfortably moved forward. The taller slumped ungraciously into the dust next to Cross, pursing his lips before slinging an arm around him. Bringing the sad boy into his side, Nightmare deeply sighed.

There was nothing they could do about the situation, and all Nightmare could think of was pitying words of apology. So he said nothing; the two just sat under the stairs, idling in each other's presence's.

This was inevitable, a turning point in their friendship.

A turning point that Nightmare uncharacteristically didn't want to let go of.

He wouldn't like to admit it but if Cross had gone away, he didn't know what he would do with himself. Envisioning days to be much lonelier and greyer without the black and white nervous breakdown by his side.

Thinking about it even made him feel empty.

But there was nothing they could do, they were just teens after all, pubescent and over entitled.

Yet seeing Cross snotty nosed laying meekly against him. Nightmare couldn't help but allow his mind to work, suggestions and ideas running hectically past his eyes. Seeing outcomes and scenarios play out like recordings on a phone.

There was nothing he could do.

But...

"I have a plan. "

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Italics relay emphasis on a word.

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