A N G U S T

IV

He's dead.

That hurt a lot. Hurt more than you'd think. But the person who was hurt the most was Foxy, surprisingly. He hadn't came out of his room for three days. He felt as it was his fault that he didn't give Almos has much as affection and attention as he deserved. He said it was his fault that he placed Almos in his bed, the one that was on the fifth floor. He had so much guilt. Vix tried to tell him that he couldn't predict it, but what if he could? What did he do that helped Almos in any way? He only called an ambulance for Almos because Sho told him to. He "bought" Almos dounts because Vix told him to and then claimed@ they bought it for him. He only carried Almos because Vixgh told him to. He never thought of doing anything on his own will for Almos. And now he doesn't even have a chance to make it up. Because haha, he's dead. The only times Foxy came out of his room was to go to the bathroom, and he was not in the best condition. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, and he wore the same clothes. Since he didn't really bat and eye when Almos was suffering, he felt he didn't deserve to eat anymore because when he was eating and having a good time, Almos was starving.

Knock knock. Foxy sniffed, god how much had he been crying..."Mhm?" he responded to the knocks. "Foxy? I got milkshakes, you want some?" It was Vix. It was nice to head their voice. "No thanks, I'm good." He shoved his head in the pillow, sniffling more. "Please? It's been almost a week, you need to start eating." Vix's voice showed concern, but Foxy couldn't tell. "How can you just move on from his death so quickly?" He scoffed, having a wrestling match with his pillow. "Darling, I didn't. Sho and you are both a mess right now, but please just think about what Al wants for you right now..he doesn't want to see you crying? He wants you to be happy, and healthy for sure. Can you please just come out your room? You need some air...isn't that room intoxicat-" "Vix, I'm fine." ....he called them by her name, not Trix. That hurt more than it should. "Okay, if it makes you happier.." Vix walked away from the door.

That hurt.

Lots of things are hurting right now. Vix didn't wanna seem like they got over Al's death so fast, because they didn't. They had pills in their pocket in case the pain was hurting so much, if you know..you know. Vix didn't bother checking up on Sho, because they were eating their cold cereal like a lunatic. When will the hurt go away? Who knows, at least the milkshake was good.

"Hey, you guys wanna go to an amusement park?" Foxy was across from them, but he looked..better. His hair wasn't hobo messy, he was wearing a clean set of clothes, he smelt nice, but his face wasn't the same. It was improvement at least..but why so sudden?

"Sure." Sho got up from their seat. "Wanna go, Trix?" Foxy asked them. The nickname..it's back! "Yes!"
The room felt so empty, they were so used to having asked someone else. It was three instead of four, but it's not gonna be like that..forever.