Meant to be?

Shattered

TW:
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More Bruh_I_Cant_Write_ fanart!! Punz this time!

(From Z: Pogchamp :D)

(From Blu: it just occurred to me that when I send you the chapters... you can't se e the fanart. You have no idea what you're responding to XDDDDD SORRY ABOUT THAT 🤣🤣🤣🤣)

Okay.

5 words.

The End of Las Nevadas.

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3rd Person POV:

Well, it's safe to say that things have changed over the past few months. George is now fully capable of walking, and speech comes just as easy as it once did. Karl is learning to care for himself even better than he had been able to beforehand, and doesn't rely on helping others to help himself. Sapnap has entirely parted from his routine of spending most of his waking hours by Alex's side. And Alex? The twitching in his fingers stopped on the day George muttered '73' under his breath. The voices around him had just... stopped at some point around '67' and his heartbeat slowed on '84'.

(From Z: WHAT ABT ON 69 IM SORRY IM IMMATURE)

(From Blu: ... I'm having regrets.
👏 69 👏)

The three formers couldn't bring themselves to tears on any of those occasions, shock being the chosen route, rather than acceptance.

One thing that hadn't changed was the numbers. George awoke every morning, and a new number was uttered, rising on the day to day.

'What day was it now?' You might be asking, and, if you're asking me, you're not asking the right person.

George's eyes opened, accompanied by the calm familiarity of morning's weight. "Three hundred, seventy-five." He sighed, dragging his hands down his face. Little did he know, today wouldn't be quite like the rest.

(From Z: BE GAY DO CRIME INDEED INDEED)

(From Blu: BE GAY SO CRIME INDEED INDEED INDEED)

The three still visit Alex (every other day now), they talk to him, knowing all too well it's futile from the boy's lack of reaction to their words. It's almost as if he's truly slipping away. He'd been in the coma for a while before 'the slip' but they'd always be able to tell he could hear them. Now, on the other hand he had turned a deaf ear towards the world.

Alex POV:

The world quieted for a long time, who's world, I have no idea. Maybe they got sick of talking to me, or something more important came up. Or maybe I've been thinking too much lately and I just haven't been able to hear them. Maybe... maybe they haven't been there at all and I'm just going crazy.

Today has been different than most days. I've been smelling and hearing things that aren't there. I've heard things like beeping, and smelled things like alcohol. Not alcohol as in beer, or whatever. Alcohol as in cleaning alcohol, like what you use to wipe down anything that can't actually be washed.

It's almost as if... I'm in two places at once, but I can only see one. It's as if reality has split in two, and it can't decide which side to put me on. Or maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm loosing my mind.

(From Z: HELP MY TOE GOT STUCK IN MY TABLE)

(From future Z: IM GOOD!)

(From Blu: WTF?!?!! YOU SURE YOU'RE GOOD?!?! Idk whether to put: 😱 or 🤣 so here's both: 😱🤣)

Deep down, part of me is flickering with hope, hope that maybe I'm waking up. Hope that the voices weren't just voices. Hope that Sap and George and Karl are just as close as they had been way back... way back when? How long had it been? I frantically search the house for a clock, but there are none. I check my phone, no date. No time. Why doesn't anything say the time? Why am I just now noticing this?

More hope. The flicker becomes a spark. Maybe, just maybe, I'm going home.

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What's up bitches?

(From Z: *in cringey 7th grader boy voice* UR MOM HAHAHAAHHAAHA)

(From Blu: me who says 'your mom' or 'your mother' all the absolute fucking time: *feels attacked*)