Solby Oneshot Book

Piece by Piece

Should I do a pt two of the last one, I kinda like the idea of leaving it up to your imagination, but I also have an idea for it if you want.

Also this is angst. So if you don't want that, I'll be posting a more fluffy chapter probably tmr. It does end a bit happier but I wouldn't consider it a happy chapter by any means.

TW : scars, self harm, panic attacks

The USA suicide hotline is 988, please if you need help, it's just one call away! Sending lots of love.

<3 enjoyyyy

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Salty situations. That's all the two of the, got into.

Fights and hatred was the main feeling throughout the house. 

Colby and Sam we're always fighting. Always.

They only really posted once every two months or so now, and you could tell there was tension. (And not the sexual kind)

All of their friends noticed, but Sam and Colby both never elaborated on their feelings of hatred for the other.

So they grew apart, even though they lived in the same house, pretending they didn't. If either was in their room the door was closed and locked, if they weren't in their rooms they would hardly look at each other.

The best friends they used to be were gone. Their hearts heavy. The house, once filled with laughter, dull and quiet. 

Nearly a year ago when they first started fighting, Jake tried to help them out, all their friends tried to help them out. But now, they both barely ever saw Jake, other than at events.

Colby had started cutting again. He hadn't done so in years. (I hate making real ppl have mental illnesses, but it is a real thing and needs awareness) But he had started again, the last few months.

 Sam barely saw Colby anymore, but had seen the fresh cuts on his arm once, it broke him to pieces. He felt like a horrible person. So he just cried and didn't come out of his room for days. Causing Colby to leave food outside his room. 

Even if it was a small gesture, it made Sam feel something again.

Of course their fans were worried. I mean when your two favorite creators, who used to be best friends, grow apart in the most toxic way, that leaves a mark. But both the boys ignored the worried and confused comments.

The unspoken love between them had pulled them apart. Maybe for good. Maybe they would never heal. Even if they talked to each other. Even if they 'became best-friends' again. 

They both loved each other so much, but were blinded by the thoughts of the other hating them, the fear and pain caused them to separate. Caused their friendship the fracture, to falter.

Maybe if one of them had apologized earlier they'd be fine again. Maybe if they talked about what went wrong. But they couldn't bare the pain of not knowing what the other thought of them. It scared them.

Colby thought Sam hated him, Sam thought Colby hated him. And that made everything worse.

If someone were to explain why they even broke up their friendship in the first place, you'd probably laugh. You'd probably think it was stupid. But to those two, it was the most important thing.

Both didn't really talk to their families anyone. Colby would call every month, just to tell them that he was alive. They knew about the fight. I mean both boys normal visited every six months or so, and they knew something was up. But they stopped asking when they realized the boys wouldn't talk to each other.