Twoset One-shots.

The Thing

A young couple rested under their covers in the dark, early hours of the morning. Brett was fast asleep, Eddy however was wide awake, having never fallen under in the first place. He lay on his side gazing at his partner, thinking thoughts that weren't his.

This thing - Eddy refrained from calling it a 'voice' in order to preserve his sanity - had slowly been becoming more and more present in his day to day life. It peppered his mind with doubtfulness and deceit, causing him to spiral and whizz down various holes; ones which he would really rather didn't exist.

Deep in sleep, Brett felt Eddy shift and he slung an arm over him, pulling him close.

He doesn't love you, he's confused. He thinks you're someone else. Who in their right mind would love you anyway, Idiot? You're brainless, you overthink everything. You eat far too much, you're thin as a rake.

Eddy's breath hitched in his throat, causing him to hiccup. Free hand flew to open mouth in attempt to quell his near-uttering. The man lying beside him stirred and Eddy's heart went boom, boom, boom.

Brett opened a sleepy eye.

"Eddy?" He sat up, switched on his bedside light, and slid his glasses onto his nose, taking in the sight of his partner now lying on his back, eyes squeezed shut, left hand over mouth, chest heaving.
"Eddy, oh my god! Are you okay? What's going on?" Worrying lined his voice.

He doesn't really care, you're a burden to him. He feels sorry for you, that's all.

A tear falls from Eddy's closed eye and Brett's face softened. He lifted his arm and gingerly removed the hand from Eddy's face.
"Eddy, Love, talk to me." Eddy just shook his head. A sob racked through him; another tear escaped.

You've gone and done it now. Look, he's all worried, you selfish arsehole!

"Come on, Love, talking might make it better," Brett pleaded, "I'm here for you Eddy, that's how this relationship thing works, but you've got to let me in."

See? You can't even be in a relationship properly, you're such a failure. It's only a matter of time before Brett sees it as well and leaves your pathetic self alone to rot as he should have done years ago.

Eddy couldn't take it anymore. He stood, tears now streaming down his face, and beelined for the hall.

"Eddy? Where are you going?" He barely heard Brett as he pulled on his shoes and coat.
"It's the middle of the night! Don't, Eddy. Where -?"
The door slammed shut, leaving Brett dumb out of shock.
He sprung into action, racing to follow Eddy. He tore open the front door and ran out onto the street. Heading left, then right, shouting until his throat was raw, he searched and searched. Eddy was nowhere to be found.

***

What the hell did you do that for, you Moron? He'll be sick with worry. You're a horrible person, not worth the space - "STOP!" Eddy screamed, clutching at his temples.
Not worth his time - "GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE!!".

His head spun round, round, round. Eddy lost his balance and crashed to the pavement with a cold smack. He thought he heard Brett's voice close by; head swimming, he attempted steadying himself.

Not worth anyone's time.

Stars danced across his vision and his world turned black...

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