𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 🌞🌜

To Understand You •16• Bitter Recovery

cw: rehashing everything that happened.

You stepped into your room, keeping a hand on the wall as you scanned your surroundings. It was dark, the only light being the bright, noon sun filtering in through your blackout curtains. You sighed, knowing you'd need to sleep the day away. Dimitri's side had been comfortable, sure, but you were more than ready to sink into your bed for another few hour.

Dimi was still passed out on the couch, and would likely be up soon. You closed your door behind you, leaning against the door. Everything you owned was exactly where you left it yesterday morning, including your unkept bed. One thing that stuck out to you, though, was a weighed-down piece of paper sitting on your desk. Padding over to it, you slowly picked it up.

Sun's macaroni art.

UR THE BEST !!! written in dried pasta, the entire page was limp, soaked in glitter and glue... or maybe a mixture of the two. Your eyes wouldn't seem to move away from it. Unintentionally, you found yourself walking over to your bed with the page in your hand. You laid down, rolling towards the wall as you stared at the page.

"Am I?" You ran your fingers over the dry pasta, before pushing the page against the wall, as if to simulate what it'd look up hanging up.

You stared at it for quite a long time, holding it there against the wall. The cute crayon drawing of Sun and yourself standing beside each other reminded you of something...

Your drawing. Of yourself, Sun, and Moon. Your finished piece had been interrupted by maintenance, and you never had a chance to make it back. You wondered what might happen to it if it gets left in the daycare... and then you wondered what might happen to Sun and Moon. Were they okay?

You pulled the sheet from the wall, holding it close to yourself as if it were Sun himself. Really, it was the closest you had to him.

And in that moment you decided. You had to go back. You had to see them again.

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"C'mon, wake up..." Dimitri's voice droned into your thougtss, quiet and seemingly tired.

"Mmnnh..." You groaned, rubbing your hand against the only eye that was still free to the air. When you pulled your hand away, you found Dimitri hovering over you. Something else you noticed was the missing macaroni art. Immediately, you sat up, frantically looking around for it.

"H-Hey-!" Dimitri jerked back a little, "T-Take it easy... Are you looking for that macaroni thing??"

You looked at Dimitri, something determined in your eye. "Yes. Where is it?"

"You've been zombie-ing around for two days with it in your hands. The macaroni was starting to fall off so I put it in the closet while you were sleeping." Dimitri explained quickly, hopeful that you wouldn't be mad.

"T-Two days? What day is it?"

"Saturday..." Saturday!? Crap, you really had been out of it. You shook your head gently. Everything was still a little sore, but it wasn't impossible to move on your own now. Dimitri hesitantly followed you, staying near as you dragged yourself out of your room, headed straight for the supply closet.

"How much of the macaroni fell off...?" You grabbed the flimsy, fake-golden knob before swinging the hall closet's door open.

"Just a few... You can still read it. Ah-" Dimitri looked over one of your shoulders, but you moved and blocked his view, so he switched to the other as he watched you struggle to rummage through the stuff. "It's on the t-top shelf-"

Your head snapped up, and you jumped to snag the sheet off shelf. You weren't a big fan of paper, but in the condition you were in- you didn't mind carrying around for comfort.