The Moon's Beautiful, isn't It? [Brim]

story 3.

!this takes place aftermath.!

[SHORT.]

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It was a starry night, the darkened sky was blanketed by million of shining stars. It would be a shame to miss the chance of contemplating the shooting stars! Tim stared outside the window, his eyes glowing as much as the stars were as he studied them. "You know.." he started. "I've never really had the chance to admire those glowing beings in such a way before." - "Really?"- "Mhmm. They seem so.. close." Brian chuckled in both awe and surprise. He continued scratching the dirt off his prosthetic. "Well, now you see them." - "Oh, I do. You know, you remind me of stars sometimes, Bri." - "Pfft, what makes you think like that?" - "You fascinate me." 

Silence remained. Not the disturbing silence that they both despised, but the silence when the two are aware of how damn smooth that was. "And I really like stars. I love them." He added. Brian could swear his cheeks were burning. "I think I love them, too." Tim broke the stare between him and the shining stuff. He turned to face Brian instead as they were both sitting on the cozy couch. "You do?" - "I do." - "Well, then.. what now..?" - "Now I think it's time for this star to show its love for you." Brian approached closer. Tim only closed his eyes and breathed shakily. Suddenly, it went quiet. As if one of the two presences disappeared. "At the end of the night, these stars fall down, after all." Tim spoke. He opened his eyes to see no one. He sighed and got up, walking towards his room. 

Timothy opened his wardrobe and took a pill case, swallowing his anti-psychotics. "I really won't accept the fact that you're dead, huh?" He laughed to himself. "Damn you, Brian." A tear dropped, leaving him speechless for the rest of the night.