what's stopping you?

take me back to when

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

"but yeah, he's made new friends, the same ones as me, and i think we're both starting to fit in really well," punz says, forcing an easy-looking smile as he looks between the two boys on the phone.

"that's really good to hear," karl replies with a smile, pulling a coat on in the background of the facetime. "are you guys doing anything today?"

"not sure," punz answers, "i'll ask the others," he lies.

"i wanna meet them sometime, virtually," foolish says, and karl walks off camera before returning with a pair of shoes for the ravenette. "they sound great, from what i've heard," he says, and hearing it from his best friend feels so bittersweet.

"you can soon," he says, unsure it'll actually happen. "anyway, i'll let you guys go," he smiles, "have fun at lunch, and tell moo i said good luck with the recital."

"will do," foolish smiles sweetly. "feel better soon man," he tacks on, offering a smile to the call.

punz scoffs, rolling his eyes dismissively as he pretends not to know what the ravenette is talking about. he knows that foolish can tell he's having a bad day, but he's simply going to deny it. "sure, sure, c'ya!"

"bye!" foolish chirps, karl shouting something similar from the other side of the room, and then the call ends.

the blond switches his phone off then, dropping it onto his bedside cabinet before rolling onto his side to press his cheek against his pillow. he relaxes into the soft material, staring off blankly at the wall.

he lets his features fall, emotionless, and completely drops the happy mood now his friends are gone.

the effort it would take for him to keep smiling just feels like far too much. it's nothing serious, just a bad day, but he feels like his whole body is completely drained.

he thought that calling with foolish and karl would help cheer him up, but he's found that it simply didn't make a difference. all the call achieved was reminding him of what he didn't have anymore and, unintentionally, making him more sad.

he loves his new friends, genuinely, but karl and foolish are like his brothers, and he misses them.

of course, he has his real brother too, but the dream he sees every day isn't the same dream he grew up with so, in a way, it feels like he lost that brother too.

punz curses himself for thinking so selfishly. he shouldn't be sulking about not seeing his friends as much when dream has gone through one of the most horrifying experiences known to man.

punz lets his eyes slip shut, pushing a few hot tears out from where they'd been pooling.

why does he feel so lonely?

he just doesn't want to move, really. he has no motivation to do anything but stay in bed and stare at the wall, and that's all he plans on doing.