The last straw

Cingulomania...

I looked at the old pictures of my dear star, my brother. I miss him dearly everyday I get hit with regret, "I should have done more" I whispered under my breath tears rushing down my face like a river of sorrow. I stood up from the cold stone floor and headed to bed with a sense of zenosyne.

I lie down on the cold mattress wrapping myself in the thick blanket trying to give myself hope as i feel the world cave in on my heart, Life brutally pushing salt in my still open wounds smiling happily in its jolly ways.

Jas walks in a frown painting her face, "Jason... Uhm.." she paused staring me in the face as worry filled me, "He... FELL DOWN THE DANG STAIRS AGAIN AND SPILT MY TEA!". She bursts into tears as Jason walks in shirtless, wiping tea off of him a small burn on his side. He sighs, "Shes actually upset i fell down 32 stairs, not about her tea for once" he slowly smiled as jas hugged him tightly, it made me smile im so happy for the both of them i lay back and let time pass slipping into a nap.

I woke up 2 hours later to jas who was patiently waiting for me to awake, "Wanna listen to spiked bliss? He has a new song he posted a few days ago!" she says in a joyed tone as the song Romulo (10/10 song) creeped in from her speaker. I smiled I would never say no, it sounds nice and fits my mood well. I'm shocked Spiked Bliss only has a small fan base but then again he's new lets give him sweet time.

I soon fell back asleep a mixed emotion dream awaited me, a whited out version of me sat on a moon in what looked to be Romulo's room my favorite color as it's one staring eye. "Follow, follow, Follow-" It repeated over and over again hurting my ears as it continued. I faintly saw the face of my brother, his eyes green i was afraid yet joyed it filled me with Cingulomania, something ive hardly felt. I held myself back as tears filled my face rapidly droping 1 by 1. Then i woke up felling heavy jas alseep in a chair as Romulo continued to play on loop i sighed and fell right back to sleep.