I enter home quietly and become instantly harassed by my panicked parents, wondering what I had done and why I didn’t just admit that Cry didn’t exist. We get into a fight and I end up marching into my room, slamming the door with force. Mum and Dad began to fight while I ignore it like usual, going to my chest of drawers. I pull it open and rifled around, finding some coloured blu-tack. I’m smiling as I pulled off some, rolling it into little balls and sticking one to the corners of my picture before looking around my room, trying to find a empty spot. There was one right next to my bed and I grin, rushing over and sticking the picture in place. Stepping back, I look at my masterpiece. Almost every part of my walls and roof are covered in pictures of me and Cry from when we’ve been messing around but that one was special. The other photos hanging around are ones I took. That one was from his world. It made it all the more precious.
“Thanks Cry” I mumble before lying on my bed and snuggling down, closing my eyes. I might as well get some sleep...
A large explosion tears me from my sleep as I bolt straight up and look out the window right next to my bed, trying to see the source. Mum’s frantic footsteps rush to my door as its opened with haste. She opens it and runs over, encircling me and holding me tightly but I can’t return the motion. That building... it... it...
“CRY!” The word tears from my throat as I press my hands against the glass. Mum let go of me and I bolt, running out the door and down the street towards the inferno engulfing the building that corresponded to Cry’s house. I scream out his name but nobody pays me mind as I look around for my friend. His frantic voice soon reaches my ears and I see him standing by an ambulance.
“Cr-” I cut myself off as he screams and fights against beings invisible to my eyes. I can see his knees giving out and he soon sinks to the floor, sobbing into his hands. Mum and Dad finally catch up to me, placing a hand each on my shoulder. I shrug them off and approach Cry slowly, kneeling next to him.
“It’ll be okay” I reassure, placing a hand on his back. He hiccups and takes a shuddering breath, reaching a hand out towards the one draped over my knee. I grasp it and instantly, he presses himself against me as he screams and wails, hands wrapped in my shirt. I just sit there and hold him, muttering soothing things in all languages that cross my tongue. We sit like that for a while before he’s lifted by invisible people and guided away from me. I don’t give chase though, I just stand and move back to Mum and Dad who stare at me in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, walking next to them.
“Tearstains... On your shirt” Mum says. I look down and note the stains on my shirt.
“Felix... was that - Was it Cry?” I freeze. A smile appears on my face as I keep walking.
“Yes”
