Collection TSV - One Shots

Prompt 8 - Greed(y)

A/N:

Enough fluff, HERE IT COMES, THE ANGST IS BACK!

MUHAHAHAHA

Still, I hope you enjoy it :D

Greed(y)

Eddy never thought Brett was the guy to write a diary. But here he was, sitting in the chaos, called packing for the move and held a leather bound diary of 'Brett Yang' in his hands. Should he look? Probably not. But curiosity was a too big and too greedy trait of Eddy so he couldn't help it. Brett was out anyway, getting food and bubble tea for them and he would be gone for at least half an hour. Probably longer. So he had time.

But should he betray the trust of his friend like that?

Eddy nibbled at his bottom lip. He probably shouldn't... And whoops, the diary was open. Eddy giggled, he was such a bad booooy. The laugh got stuck in his throat when he read the first line.

'I am useless and a good-for-nothing failure.'

What?

The younger blinked, confused and pushed up his glasses.

'I am useless and a good-for-nothing failure.

I made my mother cry today.

I told her I will not be going to be a doctor.

I want to be a musician'

How old was Brett at that point? The writing was even messier than it was now and he sounded... young?! Brett never told him! Eddy huffed and turned the page since it was all there was written.

The next page was no better.

'I am an even bigger failure than expected.

Eddy cried. I hurt him.'

When the fuck was that? He didn't remember crying because he got hurt by Brett! There were no dates, nothing that could hello him to pinpoint how old the diary was. He hastily turned more and more pages but there were all more or less the same.

'I am a failure'

'I deserve to die'

'I'm not worth anything'

'I am a hoax. I can't play'

'I'm tired'

What happened?!

Finally, on page thirty or something a date was put down. Well kind of a date.

March

I was accepted and now start in the conservatory. Eddy cried again.

Why Do I Always Make Him Cry?

(He is beautiful with tears running down his cheeks. But I don't like that I am the source of his anguish)

Wait, what? Eddy read and reread this admission for like ten times. Brett liked it when he cried? No, well yes, he liked it but he didn't like being the source of it. Well, that made him confused. He didn't remember crying in front of Brett when he heard that his friend got accepted in the conservatory and would move away for an eternity - one year - at that point. He cried when he was alone, yes, but not directly when Brett told him? Or when he left? He tried so hard to not cry so as to not make it harder for his friend.

Eddy nibbled on the bottom lip again. Beside the admission a picture was glued into the diary. It was a horrible picture of his younger self, circled with red. They hugged there, but Brett ripped himself away, only leaving a smiling Eddy. The bit that was seen from Brett was covered in black Edding. Someone had a really deep problem so it seemed.

He was into the diary reading - or more like reading how much Brett hated and loathed himself - that he didn't hear the time passing by or the opening of the door. The startled gasp of his best friend, he heard. Shocked, Eddy looked up and the diary fell out of his hands.

"Brett... I ... I can explain!"

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