ducks and roses

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 he looked at the last photo, tears starting to form in his eyes. the last photo, was a bent, slightly dirty polaroid, of james.

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karl quickly wiped his eyes, and slowly steps back to his bed, laying down on the synthetic sheets once again. he turned to his side, and shuts his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep

6:43

his eyes gently flutter awake, welcoming the new day in. karl groans and looks at the alarm clock on his dresser. 6:44. 'that's odd.' he mumbles to himself. he usually wakes up around 9 without an alarm. the boy tiredly limps off his bed. he walks over to his dresser and picks up his phone, taking out the charger cord. he powers on his phone, and goes to check his notifications. nothing. he sighs in disappointment, continuing to gaze at his lock screen. his wallpaper is a picture of him and sapnap at some carnival they had gone to a while ago. sapnap is holding the phone with his hand, the other around karl. karl is holding pink cotton candy, and blushing like crazy. they both have giant grins. karl smiles slightly recalling the fond memory.

sapnap. sapnap was coming home soon. in precisely 6 days, the black haired boy would be in his arms once again. he quite missed having him around. he missed everyone. everyday was the same, with sapnap giving him an occasional change. but now that change isn't here, and therefore, he's back in the same pattern. it had been like this for quite some time now, though karl would never admit to it. he just wished something different would happen. a bit of variation couldn't hurt, right?

karl walked to the bathroom, and continues his morning routine. taking a shower, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed. he just wears his normal color block hoodie, with a white t shirt under it. he pairs it with black jeans and high tops. he doesn't usually eat breakfast, so instead he sits at the table scrolling through social media. 

he could have sworn he heard something. like a knock or a peck. the sound got louder. he turns off his phone and tries to place where the sound is coming from. the door, is what it seems. he steps over to the big oak door, gripping his hand on the doornob. with a bit of extra strength, he pulled open the door. it was a very big and old door, and it got jammed a bit. all this mixed with the generally slim shape of karl, didn't make it a very easy door to open. 

he looks out onto his street, not being able to identify where the noise originated from. suddenly, he hears a small 'quack'. his eyes shoot downward, and there it is, right in front of him, a small, almost cartoon looking yellow duck. 

this would already be strange if not for the fact that ducks weren't native to his area, especially not yellow ones like that. he quickly slams the door on the duck. "what the honk!?" he thinks to himself. "you know what, whatever. just forget about it, and it will go away."

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karl went back to his room, and watched tv for a few hours, ignoring the duck situation. after about four hours, he goes to his backyard to water his flowers. and sure enough, in his gaze, is a duck. that same yellow duck from before.