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Letting me go, whether we want to or not

It was quiet between the two as OJ set the last thing down on the nightstand for him, this hotel room finally looking like how his side of the room he once shared looked before everything had happened. MePhone stood turned away from OJ as he heard the other dust his hands off, letting out one of those content sighs he usually does after a task is done. One of the many small things MePhone had noticed about him over the years. Though it didn't matter now.

"Well... I should really get back downstairs, there's still a lot I need to do," OJ avoided the elephant in the room. Neither of them really wanted to talk about it. MePhone just couldn't look at the other, but he gave a small nod to show he was listening. He couldn't bring himself to respond though, a tightness in his throat that left him silent the entire morning as he and OJ moved all his stuff out into one of the spare hotel rooms. He heard OJ shuffle over to the door, before he stopped. A bit of hesitation. He could hear the small gasp of him opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. A still, strained silence between the two.

The shuffle of footsteps started again, and the door closed.

He was fully alone now. A tense feeling in his shoulders dropped a bit as he finally allowed himself to breathe. OJ was gone, and MePhone was alone now. Just like he had started.

It wasn't some single big issue that broke them apart. A lot of things really, And MePhone felt like he was the main one to blame. It started around a year ago. A single reminder of something, of someone, that sent him spiraling for months on end, a spiral that OJ just... Clearly didn't have the time for. They kept getting in countless fights over this, before during one of his breakdowns, the only one where he actually felt seen, or fully comforted by the other, MePhone painfully suggested a divorce. He just couldn't keep up with it anymore. He needed support he just wasn't getting, and no amount of pleading, begging for the other to just spend any time with him outside of hotel work just wasn't getting through to OJ. He would try, after every argument, every breakdown, but it only felt like false hope. It felt like everything just went back to normal after a few days. It was clear during his last breakdown that he would never be more important to OJ than the work he has to do at this hotel.

MePhone shook away those thoughts, letting out a shuddered breath as he looked around. His nightlights were set on the nightstand, his charger was plugged into the wall, and... His gaze wandered to the small box he set on his bed. Belongings he was too embarrassed to let OJ see as he slowly made his way over. Belongings that were sentimental. He didn't know if he was ready to look at them yet, but he sat down on his new bed, moving to open the top. He also took note how stiff this bed was. How it was probably unused by anyone yet, and how there was no warmth in it like the space in OJ's bed that he once occupied. He would probably miss that warmth for a while, until he could learn to replace it with time.

He took the first item out of the box, a small star phone dangle that OJ had gotten him, something cute he could wear beyond just a tie or something when they went out on dates. It had probably been over a year before the divorce since the two had been on a real date. This thought made his stomach twist, but he kept going through the things regardless. Small mementos, bits of memory of something MePhone realized in this moment he was probably never going to have again.

OJ had been his one and only for so many years. The object he saw himself growing old with. The object he still, even after all of this, loved with all his heart. He knew he wouldn't be able to love anyone else. He didn't go out to meet new people anyways. He stayed at the hotel with everyone else who decided to stick around, because he really didn't have anywhere else to go. Anything else to do with his life. OJ had given him purpose for so long. Something he desperately needed after he was done with inanimate insanity, when he was finally forcing himself to actually talk to people, OJ was there. He was there, and he cared, and... And it was clear he didn't anymore with how things turned out.