Meant to be?

Silence

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George POV:

'One, two, three. Clear! Alright, again! One, two, three, clear! One more one...'

The words blur together in my mind. I'm aware that they're still yelling, but I can't decipher what they're saying for the life of me.

Where did I go wrong? Could I have stopped this?
(From Z: WHERE DID I GO WRONG I LOST A FRIEND-)
(From Blu: SOMEWHERE ALONG IN THE BITTERNESS-)

'Yes yes yes y-'

'All your fault'

Voices chant in my head, each one yelling louder than the last until all at once... silence. A deafening silence that drowns out my thoughts and rings over the sound of my breath and raging heart beat.
(From Z: it's funny because I just got the Wilbur soot twitch notification 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'... etc etc so that was perfectly timed)
(From Blu: I love getting that notification. It's just: 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' and so on forever I assume)

All my fault.

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"No, no, no, not real, not real."

I rock myself slowly. Back and forth, back and forth.

"Not real, not real, no, no, no. 25, demons, tea, block."

"George, you need to stop, you're scaring your friends... look, I know this is tough, but neglecting reality won't help."

"-mons, tea, block."

(From Z: Mons-TER ENGNERY DRUNKS WEEEEEEE listen I promise I'm a good editor I just like spelling things wrong which is ironic but it's my brand pls don't fire meeeee-)
(From Blu: monster energy... drunks? I- yea, okay, that's nice)

The doctor sighs. She stands from her squatting position in front of me, and walks away.

'I tried to talk this time, I really did.'
(From Z: coming from someone who headcanons myself and is trying to figure out if I am canonically neurodivergent, same man same)

I hope she knows how hard I'm trying, but no matter how much I wish and will my lungs to cooperate, they just... don't.
(From Z: my friend when they've choked for the 50th time today and who's starting to think they have a choking disorder: )
(From Blu: ...)

The same doctor had been tending to me for the past three days, ever since... that night. The same one brings me food, checks up on me, and works on helping me speak every day.

'If only I could at least tell her thank you. If I could though... what would I say exactly? 'Oh, hey doctor lady, thanks for doing your job.' To be honest, probably. That sounds like me.'

My automatic reaction was to scoff at my initial thought, but... I can't.

I feel like I'm being strangled by a boa constrictor, yet, through some sort of magic, I can breathe. That's something I should be grateful for, but I'm not. I want more. I want this to be over, I want to be better, I want him to be better. My best friend, my comic relief, my light in the dark.

My sleeping roommate, my nervous joker, my dimming light, please don't fade.

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Hey guys, I hope you liked the chapter, and are having a wonderful day/night!

Last time I asked about an author Q and A literally no one responded except Z. Soooo would you guys be interested? If so, leave a question!

Love you guys!

Also, Z, should it be an author Q&A or an author and editor Q&A, if you're up for it?
(From Z: up to you and WHAT ARE YOUR OPINIONS ON BEANS PLEASE THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION)

(From Blu: how about I answer any questions that the readers ask, and you answer any that you're comfortable with? Um, it depends on the type of bean, canned beans taste good. Right out of the can, when they are cold and have all that juice /j)