Mistakes Of Love

Shining Eyes

*-Minx-*

It was two days into the ultimate meet up, and honestly? It's been one of the greatest things in my life. I couldn't tell whether or not DNF was real or fake.

Niki, Puffy, Aimsey, Tina, Kristen, Hannah, and I were all thrown into a room together, which was the best idea Dream's had in a long time. Whilst the Sleepy Bois Inc and Schlatt had the same room. Quackity, Charlie, Ponk, and Punz shared a room. Tubbo and Ranboo were in with the Sleepy Bois- I dont even know why.

Skeppy, Bad, Jack, HBomb, Callahan, and Sam in one. Then there was Eryn, Michale, Lazarbeam, and Vikkstar. In another room was Boomer, Eret, Seapeekay, Purpled, and Fundy.

And then there was RedVelvet, Antfrost, Foolish, and Connor.

For the last room, it was Sapnap, Karl, Dream, and George.

Everything was hectic, but amazing. We did different group events, and just did many vlogs- Tommy forced everyone to join Vlog Nation tm.

Everyone was gathered around a pool and fire pit right now, conversing in their own small groups. Schlatt, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Philza, Kristen, Technoblade, Wilbur, Niki, and I were in our own conversation.

Tommy rolled his eyes and groaned, "Daaad! Wilbur is forcing me to do 'what's good for me!'"

Wilbur rolled his eyes dramatically as well, face palming, "Tommy I am not forcing you to do anything! Phil, dont listen to him."

Philza laughed, "Tommy, think of it this way; Wilbur may he asking you to live with him because he could be lonely."

"AWW! Wilby wants his brother to move in because his lonely! Well, Wilby, you're in luck! I am just so happening to try and find a roomie a place to live."

"Call me Wilby one more time and you're dead."

Schlatt snickered, "See Tommy? He loves the nickname!"

"Wilbyyy!" Tommy yelled in a sing-song voice. "I love Wilby!"

Wilbur smacked the side of Schlatt's head, "Look at what you started fucker!"

"LANGUAGE!" Bad yelled towards us.

"Yeah Wilbur, watch your fucking language." I retorted.

"Minx you little-." Tubbo caught Wil off, "SO! How's everyone enjoying their stay here?"

Ah Tubbo, the ever so innocent child.

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Later that evening, I sat alone with a Coke in my hand, listening to the soft sounds of the ocean next to me.

What if I ran in? What if I slowly let the ocean swallow me in?

The same ocean that flooded my mind, a darkened world no body is familiar with. The same ocean that drowns out everything near me, that traps me in my own isolation.

The bright moon shined off the ocean, the same ocean that dares me to enter. Slowly, I allowed myself to walk closer, only a little closer. What if I walked in?

A small shiver shook my body as i could feel the familiar cold of the water radiate towards me. Slowly, I dipped my feet in the murky water. What if it carried me away?

If I looked close enough, I could see my own reflection. The reflection I see in the mirror everytime I wake up. But, if I paid attention, I could see every unspoken word, every secret spill into the watery abyss.

Lifting my head, I could see my life before me in the horizon before me. The ocean exposes you, shows you who you are. Humbles you with the thoughts of how insignificant you are compared to it. What if I walked in deeper?

My mind controlled my body. Before I could think, I felt water above my bare knees. I wished I could feel it. The frigid water danced at my skin; almost as if it was daring it to freeze. What if the ocean carried me away?

"Minx? What the hell are you doing in the water?"

I couldn't be more bothered to look behind me, my focus locked on the ocean that rose up to my thighs.

Footsteps trudging through the water echoed all around me, "You think here too?" I whisper.

"I actually come out here all the time. To escape my problems and stress."

There it was; a British voice.

"George, are you happy?"

"I'm not very sure. Are you?"

"No, I dont think I am. Thats the problem." I finally looked up at the boy next to me. His brown eyes seemed to be so far away in his mind.

His hand grabbed mine, "Its okay to not be happy- even if you've gotten everything you could've asked for. There's sadness and unsatisfiable force in us all. Nothing could take that out of you; and its okay. Being unsatisfied shows you that you need to switch up the way you're living a bit that your story isnt over.

Sadness has a funny way to humble us. To knock us down when we get too cocky. And that's okay. To be humbled. To remind us that we still need to fight a little longer."

Silence filled the air. So I spoke, "The ocean, it humbles me. It reminds me whats going on in my head."

He sighed, "Yeah? The dark humbles me."

Nothing else was exchanged. No pity, no sorrow. Just two people who had understood one another. Two people who humbled themselves by what they fear the most.

I wasn't afraid of the ocean, I was afraid of the reflection and emptiness it showed me.

Just two people who had their own battles to deal with. Two people that finally knew what it meant to be happy. Something that not many people knew.

Confronting your issues and finding more within yourself.