Boyfriend sat outside, looking at the night sky. He hadn't slept at all that night, and was just waiting for the Sunrise. He yawned, causing his pointy elf ears to droop.
"I don't wanna be angry at you." Boyfriend began as he saw the very tip of the red sun beginning to rise. "But part of me is furious..." he continued.
"I know it's not your choice. I mean, if you could choose, you'd stay with me, right?" The sun rose just a bit more. "My brain wants to be angry at you. But I know better I think. Pico told me... that anger is the second stage of grief. So I guess I'm grieving..." Bf rambled.
"I want to be mad at you for making me go through this. I mean, I'm going through the five-fucking-stages of grief!! Don't people only do that when someone dies?! I dunno..." he trails off.
"I'm just really scared for the fourth stage of grief, depression. I don't wanna cry as much as I did when I lost you." Bf sighs before hearing the front door open and shut, followed by footsteps coming towards him.
"Hey." Pico said, sitting on the grass next to Boyfriend. "What're you doing out here alone?" He asks. "Reflecting. The sun's awfully red, innit?" Bf points out. "Huh, guess you're right." Pico sighs. "Wanna keep talking?" He asks.
Boyfriend nods, continuing. "I cried so much louder than I've ever cried before. I practically screamed in emotional distress and pain." He says, remembering. "I guess you're right. We probably shouldn't be friends, even if it's just for now. I do hope to talk with you again eventually."
The red sun was halfway risen as Boyfriend thought of what he'd say to this mysterious man. "I guess I'm just a bit pissed for now." He finished.
Pico didn't say anything. All he did was rub Boyfriend's back comfortingly, inviting Bf to lie his head on his shoulder.
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