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He's not coming back. Thats what hurts more..

【Trophy POV..】;; 🏆

Its been simply three months.

Three fucking months. And it'll become more. And more. And i'll never see him again.

"Trophy. Please come out. Its been months since we've seen you. We know you're going through something but-" It was my older sister. Shes been at the damn door for the past weeks. First it was OJ and the rest of the damn hotel. It became less and less as the weeks went by, obviously she'd be the only one checking in on me now.

"Go with Microphone. I'll be fine." I replied to her. My voice tired from sobbing and screaming from these past days.

"Fine. But at least come out to eat. You can't just eat Cup Noodles all day." I groaned as she told me to come out some time. Its obvious she heard because she sighed before walking away.
Shes right though. It's all i've been fucking eating. The room is a mess. My side atleast.. My bed is the last thing thats clean and neat. I've been sleeping on his bed its loosing his scent, and it hurts. I'll never play with his hair. Nor hear his ridiculous puns. See him smile, or hear him laugh, see him get happy. I didn't even get to apologize before he.. disappeared. Forever.

【FlashBack+ No Pov..】;;🏆

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE CHEESY. BE SERIOUS FOR ONCE IN YOUR DAMN LIFE. I didn't know i'd be dating a fucking child. Can you not go ONE SERIOUS CONVERSATION WITHOUT MAKING PUNS? You can't even look me in the eye. Psh.." Trophy screamed at his boyfriend. Trophy wanted to talk about something that had been bothering him, that day in specific had been absolutely terrible. He was ungodly overstimulated and he didn't have any more fucks to give and his temper got the best of him.

"I-I'm sorry.." Cheesy replied to Trophys harsh words.

"Sure you fucking are. God, listen. I'm pissed. I don't want to see you."

"..Alright. I'm sorry. I love you.." He replied again. Tears now falling as he left their room and never came back.. little did Trophy know, he wouldn't see him ever again. Until he received news that Cheesy's body had been found dead in a river.

【End of flasback + Trophy POV..】;;🏆

FUCK. THE HELL WAS I THINKING. FUCK TROPHY, YOU SUCK..It should've been me.. why'd I have to blow up like that on him. I punched the wall as i screamed to myself for the millionth time this week. I grabbed my Photobook, and the scrapbooks cheesy would make for us. All including our dates, little moments, memories. My photobook would transition from my old nature pictures, to Cheesy. All cheesy. His smile, his vitiligo, his curls that would go absolutely everywhere. I remember his cold hands. His sweet vanilla scent. It lingers on his bed even though it had began to fade away.. He gave me a damn reason to still stay. To keep trying. I took that hope from him. I took away something he gave me.

"TROPHY GOD DAMN IT. OUT NOW, I WILL GET BASEBALL TO BREAK DOWN THIS DOOR." Why was she back. Why wont she just let me be in the room.

"damn it, SOAP WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT." I screamed back at her as I went over to the door, peaking my head only so she wont go on a damn cleaning spree.

"I want you to come out, This isn't healthy." So what, maybe its not and hah maybe HE..he wouldn't want me like this..

"fine. Just please. Don't come in. Everything is in its place. I don't want it ruined. Please." I said to her as i locked the door again and headed over to the shower..

【Soap POV】;;🧴

I walked away from my Brothers room. None of us have seen him since the funeral. Ever since then he's been locked up in his room. No contact with any of us. It used to be everyone checking in on him, OJ, Paper, Tissues, Yin And Yang both took turns, The cherries, Knife.., everyone would check. The people would lessen every two weeks. Now its just me. I don't blame him, but this isn't healthy. This isn't ok.
"Soap? Is he coming out, Love?" It was Mic., I turned to look at her and i nodded my head.