Storm // five x male oc

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾...

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March 24th, 2019, 3:15 AM

Rain was slowly falling on the windows of all the buildings in Canada, creating a comforting sound.

In one of the apartments, there was a boy in sheets, softly breathing, dreaming.

-dream-

Two boys were sitting under a tree. The black-haired boy was reading a book, and the second - with brown hair -, had his head on the other's lap, looking at his concentrated face.

"You really like this book, don't ya?" the brunette asked. Silence. "Yeah, I do, Rio" the raven smiled, not taking his eyes off of the book.

"Why?" Rio asked, curious about why in the world the boy was reading it for the second time the same month. "It reminds me of you", the raven looked down on his lap, setting the book aside.

Rio smiled, blushing slightly. "I wish we could be here forever," he said, as the other boy got closer to him.

"Me too, but I'm not real" The boy frowned, pushing the other off of his lap. "W-what do you mean?" the other asked, confused. He was sitting on the ground, looking at him. Of course, he was real. He had to be.

"I'm gone, Rio," the boy said, closing his green eyes. Before Rio could say anything, the other got up and partially jumped, going away.

"No! No, Five! Come back!" he was yelling, crying his eyes out. "Please!" he yelled once again, running around, trying to find his friend.

-end of dream-

Rio woke up quickly, with tears on his face, cold sweat on his body, and breathing heavily.

The soft rain turned into a storm. Thunder was rumbling loudly, the rain was no longer slow, it was loudly banging on the window.

"No, no!" the boy stood up, walking around his bedroom, throwing his hair out of his face. "Fuck!" he yelled, the storm getting more aggressive.

The boy fell on the floor, crying into his hands. He was tired. He's been having these nightmares for the past seventeen years.

Two months ago, they were even more frequent than ever. It was always the same. The two were having a great time, but then he'd leave and Rio would try to find him.

Every. Goddamn. Time.

He thought he was losing his mind and that was the only thing he didn't want to lose, after losing his two brothers.

The only people who were making him happy.

He never found anyone who would make it hurt less. Anyone who would help him through this tragic loss. Just anyone who would fill the emptiness.

After a while of just hopelessly lying on the ground, crying, Rio got up and went right into his kitchen, filling himself with a glass of water.

As soon as the liquid touched his tongue, he calmed down a bit, leaning on the counter. He checked the clock and after finding out it was 3:31, he sighed.

"I wish you were here, Five" Rio whispered into his apartment, hoping the other would hear him. He never lost hope. Hope that his brother would come back to him.

He wanted to hear his voice, see his face, talk to him, or hug him. He never even said goodbye. He never even told him how much he loved him.

But he still hoped that one day, he would. He would tell him that into his stupid face. The stupid face he always loved. Too much to forget.

That was why he liked to draw. Draw the boy he hadn't forgotten. He wished he'd forgotten.

Rio decided to draw his dream. He has been doing it for the past few years. Every time he dreamed of Five, he drew him.

Slowly drawing the two of them under the tree, he hummed the song they always loved to listen to.

Just the Two of Us

Maybe he cried when he thought of their last moments together. Or maybe not.

When he was done with the art, crying and singing, the sun was already shining through his blinds, making the dark bags under his eyes and his pale skin more visible. He always had the blinds down, he hated the sun.

It was making him feel even worse. He hated pretending that everything was fine because it wasn't. He had been depressed for the past seventeen years. Cause of the stupid boy leaving him.