I know my boyfriend, is a, ghost. \\♡-(A damitweek fic.)-♡//

--PROLOUGE--

Diary of Damien T.

01/18/24

...I, Damien Omen Thorne, 18, had a boyfriend, named "Tweek Tweak". I mean, had. I lost him on January 15, 2024, due to a suicide. Found under a bridge, in the nearby park, seeming to have stabbed himself. ...I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my head. I saw the fucking blood streaming down his shirt, and down the river. I'm currently at his funeral right now. I'm trying my best not to cry right now but, I don't think I can stifle it much longer. I gotta leave.

-(Damien put his pen in between his notebook, and stuffed it into his backpack. He covers one of his eyes with his palm, and grits his teeth, trying not to cry as hard as he could. He sighs out. He quietly leaves the funeral, not being able to bare the feeling of seeing his own boyfriend actually dead. Not again.)-

-(He got into his car, and rested his head on the car wheel. If he hadn't had the gloomiest day of his life already, whoo boy, it was today. He looked back up slowly, and turned the car on. He drove home, not being able to think anything from bittersweet memories. Yup. It was just one of those days.)-

-(He got home, and opened the door. He sat on the couch, and layed his backpack in the side. Laying on the side where Tweek usually didn't when he came over to Damiens house, and silently sobbed and sobbed, until he fell asleep.)-

*2 hours later...*

-(Damien woke up. He opened his phone, and sighed. 10:30. God fucking damn it. He curled his tail around his legs, and his ears drooped. He took a small minute, and got up, walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. He closes the door behind him, and grabbed his tooth brush and tooth paste. He started to brush his teeth.)-

-(When suddenly...)-

"*clatter!!*"

-(Damiens breath hitched and cut, and shortened. He slowly looked up into the mirrors corner near the top of his head. And there he saw him. The tall, frightened, and ghostly....)-

-(Tweek.)-