The day you left (Bsd x Reader)

Chapter 0

[Y/n Pov]

I was sitting in my room, watching videos and playing games. It was dark but that's fine. I like it when it's dark. The darkness is eerily comforting to me.

Yesterday i found out we're moving. Not to another city but to another Country. I'm gonna have to leave my friends. That's fine with me because we can still text with each other.

I'm not worried about moving countries. I wonder, what is the feeling of being homesick? I don't know. I don't know what it's like to be homesick so it doesn't matter where i am. Does it matter where i am?

Home is a strange concept for me. I never quite understood how people can be longing for a place called ‚home'. But of course home can be people, right? I wonder what's that like.

Finding home in people is a beautiful thing. That's what they say. May home be your parents, friends, or your lover. But i don't have any of them. I don't have a person to call home.

My heart aches every time i think of home. What is my home, you may ask? I wish i knew myself. If only i did. My heart is longing for a fictional place that exists in my mind.

Oh. That's right. My head is home. My mind is home. My dreams are home. If only i could dream forever. If only i could leave this reality and explore the possibility of my imagination.

A world build of my thoughts and dreams. Yes, that sounds nice. But for that i can only dream. I could never archive the things i want.

What do i want? I want to dream. Dream forever. But about what? About what do i want to dream? What am i talking about?

It does not matter to me what i am talking about or what i want to dream about. All i want is for everything to stop. I want to be like everyone else. Is it possible? Is it possible for me to archive such things?

Maybe if we were to move, i'd find some friends. Some people who like me. Anyone. But would it change anything? Can people really change one's self? Would they change the way i see the world?

I wonder what it's like to truly feel happy. I wonder what it's like to act like a normal person. I wonder if i can ever find my happiness in this dark world.

One day. I'll promise myself that i shall find someone. Someone who cares. Anyone. So keep doing what you are and clutch onto your hopes. It's gonna be alright. Everything is.

Wait for me.

A/n: Is it obvious that i love writing depressive stories?

If this story sounds interesting then feel free to save it because i don't know exactly when i will update!!