Letter to an old friend

Chapter Three: New city, same boy

This chapter is in Sunny's pov c:

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You look out the window of your car. You're going to miss faraway... Why do you have to move anyways? You were finally starting to go out again... Well that's too bad. You don't know anyone at your new place and have no intention of getting to know them whatsoever. You'll just crawl back into your new room and, who knows? Maybe you could make a new headspace or something... But, what you're going to miss the most is basil... sure, you were kinda angry with him when you left but, he was your best friend...

As you get lost in your thoughts and re-think basically your whole life, hours pass and soon enough, you've reached the city. It's not the most exciting thing in the world, but your mom seems to think differently. She barely even cares about you anyways, you had no say in this decision.

You sigh and unwillingly drag yourself to the trunk of the car to take out your luggage.

"do we really have to do this mom..?" You don't expect much of an answer, but it never hurts to try, right?

Your mom looks at you dead in the eye. "We just got here, we're not going back anytime soon."

Just the answer you expected. You drag your luggage to the big apartment building you should be moving into. Your old house was probably better anyways, why does your mom want to move here so badly? Faraway was nice and you had a life there.

Your mom unlocks the fancy apartment complex door and walks in with you to the elevator.

Out of service. Great, now you have to move all your stuff in by the stairs. Amazing start to a 'brand new life' like your mom says.

After carrying what seemed like 3 tons up to your new apartment, you finally settle down on the couch, only for your mom to urge you to your new room.

Your new room feels bland. It doesn't have any memories, good or bad, and it's practically empty. You barely even brought anything from your old room to make it feel like home. All of it is coming in about a week along with the moving trucks.

You sigh as you lay on your new bed, which feel way less comfortable than the last one, and stare at the ceiling.

The longer you stay there in this unfamiliar place just staring, the emptier you feel. The more you feel like jumping off that hospital roof was the right thing to do. The more you feel like you've lost all control over your life and that whatever happens next, you won't even care.

As you slowly lose interest in your whole life, your eyes become heavier, and you yawn. Soon enough, you fall asleep. Sleep has been peaceful for you recently, but not today. For the first time in a while, you had a dream. Or more so, a nightmare.

In that nightmare, you wake up in faraway. Everything starts off normally, you spend the day with your friends and mostly basil! Then it was the day of your recital.. you get fed up and throw your violin down the stairs.. Mari sees you and-

You wake up with cold sweats. You look out the window, it's already night but the city is still wide awake. You try to get over what you just remembered, but you just can't seem to. You thought you were done with all of that, but apparently, you just forgot the truth again. And you definitely don't want to remember it.

This is just like re-living the last four years of your life all over again, and it feels like torture. You'd rather lose all sanity and make a headspace again then remember what happened that day.

You try to fall back asleep but every time you close your eyes, you see her. You see Mari, hanging in your old backyard, her dead eyes staring into your soul...

You should probably go to therapy, I mean, your mom has the money for it, but she really doesn't care. You could die in a terrible accident just tomorrow and she wouldn't be able to care any less.

You toss and turn in your bed, trying desperately to get these thoughts out of your head, when suddenly you feel little sharp plastic edges in your pocket.

You take out the small plastic object. it's.. a picture?

Yes, it is! It's one of the pictures from Basil's photo album! But, what in the world was it doing in your pocket? Did you take it by accident? Did Basil slip it in there while you weren't looking?

Either way, you take the picture and inspect it..

It's one of the pictures Basil took on his birthday! You surprisingly remember that day very well.

You hold the picture close to your heart and start crying. But, not for the reasons you usually do. This time, it's because you miss your friends.

You just wish everything could go back to the way it was. You wish Mari would still be alive. You wish everyone could still be friends. You wish you were twelve years old again, and could change your mistake.

You just hold onto the picture like it's the only thing you have left, and cry. You cry all the tears in your body, all the tears you possibly can.

You passed out.


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Heyzies guys!! Sorry this chapter is kinda small but I have some exams coming up and didn't have a lot of ideas for sunny's pov of moving in ToT
The next chapter might take a little longer to come so nothing will be posted tomorrow unlike the other chapters that came days in a row :<
I'll see you in a few days ^^