platonic crush // dwt

epilogue

Mɪᴢᴘᴀʜ (ɴ) -ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴏɴᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

trigger warnings:
-talk of suicide
-implied drug abuse

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Dream @dream                                   ...

Sapnap George and I are taking a break from social media. Dsmp lore is still going to go on during this time, but we won't be written in. Thank you for understanding! We'll be back before you know it❤️

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↳ Sapnap @sapnap
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↳ George @georgenotfound
❤️

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Clay is in bed. He's scrolling mindlessly through tiktok.
You can't see the floor in his bedroom.
He hasn't showered in weeks.
He hasn't eaten since yesterday.
His hair is matted.
His face is crusted with tear stains.
He has dozens of unopened messages.
He barely has enough energy to move his thumb to scroll.

A letter sits on his nightstand, unopened.

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Nick is at a party.
He has his arms around two girls, sat on either side of him.
In one hand he's holding a half empty bottle of whiskey.
The table in front of him has remnants of coke.
His speech is slurred, his vision is blurry.
He hasn't been sober in several days.
Always high, drunk or both.
Always fucking girls.
Always at parties.

A note sits, neatly folded, in his back pocket.

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George is at his desk.
His eyes are red.
His skin is pale.
Their bright computer screen is the only source of light in the room.
He has stacks of notes beside him.
They haven't stopped working for nearly 10 hours.
He also hasn't eaten in a couple days.
They've slept a total of 16 hours in the past week.

A note sits somewhere within the hundreds of pages in front of them.

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The three of them are sitting at Clay's kitchen counter. They've barely said a word since they arrived.

The letters sit in front of them.

Nick picks his up first.
He swallows thickly before unfolding it.

He clears his throat and holds in front of his face.

"Nick- I don't even know how to phrase what I want to say to you. You've been such a good fucking friend over the years."

Ava is crying into Nick's shoulder. He's rubbing her back, whispering reassurances in her ear.

"I've known you for so long, and I'm glad I have."

"Hey, what's your name?"
Ava looked up to see a guy leaning against the locker, staring at her.
"Um, Ava- do I know you?"
"Oh, we're in the same comp sci class. And- I'm offended you haven't noticed me," Nick replied, jokingly.