BRIGHTWIN SHORT ONE-SHOTS

Another One of Those Days

He knows something is wrong today, it almost like there's this feeling in the air like he cannot understand but all he knows is he's tired. Very tired, but not like he is fatigue kind of tired but more like the numbing emptiness inside of him decides nothing is worth it living for. He cannot exactly pinpoint the exact emotion or feeling but everything is so heavy and he cannot bare the weight of it right now, no energy to smile, or showering, or even waking up feels like a huge burden.

Almost like he just wants to disappear and that's that, no responsibility or emotion, just empty.

Then he feels a weight around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace, "Hey, wake up," a voice said, it sounds sweet and smooth, like honey. Instead of replying, he moves deeper into the hug, burying himself into the other's chest.

"Another one of those days hmm?" Bright's voice somehow soothes his nerve a little bit, but it kind of making him wants to cry more.

Silence. "I don't know, it just I'm sad? Empty? I don't know," he croaks out, his voice shaky and unsure, reflecting his mental condition.

The older settles his other hand on his hair, stroking it comfortingly, "How about you sleep some more and when you wake up, we'll see if you are feeling better. Okay?" Bright suggests, it's rare for Win to have this kind of day, where he prefers locking himself up instead of being his sunshiney and sugary sweet self, but Metawin Opas-Iamkojorn is a human too, and this kind of day is inevitable.

He hums, a song that both him and Win will sing when any of them is down. The low baritone voice hums out Talk to Me by Cavetown, reaching out to Win but not forcingly, never forcing. It's okay if Win wants to talk it out, venting about anything that makes him exhausted but if he chose not to, then they can keep cuddle the emptiness away.

His hand keeps stroking the younger's hair, sometimes it wanders off to Win's face and smother down the crease between his brows or twisting softly the hair on the nape. He can see the stress from Win slowly dissipates before a low snore escapes out of Win's lips.

He kisses his lover's forehead, "I'll be here until you're okay," he whispers as he strokes the boy's cheek. He knows Win will feel okay, maybe not today, maybe it's not even tomorrow, but surely he will and Bright will be there every step of the way no matter how long it'll take. He will be beside Win just like how his bunny always helps him when he has this kind of day.

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Am I not okay? Not really but sometimes my sadness took over me so I projected these feelings to Win[sorry baby]. I am tired but I don't know why, I feel heavy but I don't know why and these things messed me up even more.