Three Phantoms of You [bxb]

One is Three

Nolan:

Nothing is fun in delusion.

Right now, it's straight up messing with my head—no, our heads, because surely Kiev is not feeling any content either.

It's morning, and once again I'm stuck at the cafeteria doing my daily work; however, I'm far from working out my thoughts.

Why is this happening now? I want questions, yet I'm sure that I'm the one making more to ask.

This can all be my fault, and it's fucking bothering me. I have a clue now that Kiev knows what's happening, why I am here, and who I am in this world.

Everything isn't coming up daisies, but rather shits.

Knowing that Kiev is receiving the same messages I had before isn't making me feel any bother as well, because that became my sign of leaving; however, this world is for him, so he can't exactly do that.

My door chimes as a sign of someone entering, and I sigh as I see the sight of him again, finally.

"What's up?" I ask, greeting him in my usual tone; however, he's not in the same mood as me, and I can see him spiraling.

Kiev looks like he's been sleepless for days, making me worry. "What's up? I'm fucking dying here," he answers.

Now, what got him thinking like this? 

I try to calm him down by handing him water from the counter, but he declines. "I keep receiving texts again and dreaming weird things."

Okay. There's too much to unpack there. Firstly, texts? I thought we already settled that when he asked him who it was and didn't reply for about three days, so what is it now?

"Show me the texts," I command, and he looks at me, mystified, before handing his phone over. 

Shit.

Unknown Number: you already know who I am
Unknown Number: stop acting nonchalant

My thoughts were answered once I read the next few texts. 

Kiev: Nolan?
Unknown Number: ....

Damn. I didn't know such a teaser existed before meeting him, because this is all ridiculous. 

It may not be clear yet, but Kiev's probably right. Am I the one messing with him? I mean, there's no one else to blame, right?

And judging by how much resentment he's giving me at the moment, I can tell that he's frustrated about it. "Just admit it's you, or at least explain to me what the hell is happening," he pleads.

However, I don't have answers as I look at him clueless. "That's not me," I say.

"Bullshit," he curses. "You're the sole reason why all of this is happening. Hell, you're not even from this world because if not you, then who? The real Nolan? Yeah, I doubt that."

My mind is just lost in accusation as I try to think of an excuse, but I can't fathom one. I'm nonexistent here, and I know that, but I could never mess with him like this. Sure, I did hate him before, but that's no excuse.

I can tell that Kiev is done with me already because he finally burst out when I couldn't answer him in seconds, leaving through the door.

My body follows him out, not even in mind leaving work because I need to fix this first. 

"Kiev!" I call out, hoping for him to stop, but he wouldn't. I keep repeating his name over and over to get his attention; however, he won't glance back.