Ending

Drunk

Thomas woke up to his phone buzzing rather than his alarm clock, which meant someone was awake before 7 am. Not surprised, Thomas opened the text from his friend.

Minho: Is it ok for me to come over?

Thomas: Ur at your own risk. Do u really want to, after what happened 2 days ago?

Minho: B there in 20.

Thomas: Min what are you talking about it's like 6 am

Minho: Dude?? U ok? It's 2 pm

"Am I going fucking crazy? Didn't wake up with the alarm?" he looked to his side to check the time "Oh, that explains it"

His alarm clock was on the floor, broken. The most probable situation was that he knocked it off the table in the middle of the night after waking up from his nightmare.

Thomas: yeah , fine.

Minho: uh.. k then.

Thomas: are u already on ur way?

Minho: you bet

Thomas: oh.

Minho: smthing wrong?

Thomas: its just..bro can you go somewhere else? I'm really not feeling it rn maybe you can come tomorrow?

Minho: fine. promise you'll go to your session tho

Thomas: fine, promise

Minho: .. talk to you tomorrow. stay safe pls

He knew Minho had good intentions, but he couldn't look him in the eyes the same way anymore. He knew now his friend would look at him with sadness, maybe even feel pity for him. Plus, his head hurt from crying in the middle of the night and his friend didn't deserve to see him in this state.

He tried to go to sleep again. Without his lover, having the same nightmare everyday was a blessing. At least he heard his voice, he saw his face, he could feel their lips touching right before he had to witness his awful fate.

When he was completely comfortable in between his sheets, he got another text.

Minho: Thomas?

Thomas: what?

Minho: promise me something else

Thomas started to type to answer his friend, when another text came in. The pain of reading it hit him so hard he could barely react.

Minho: please don't kill yourself

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He felt tears form in his eyes, but he didn't allow them to run free. He erased what he had written and typed a new answer.

"Minho, please explain me again why we are at this party?" Thomas was squinting his eyes. The colorful lights were blinding.

"Sorry for trying to give you a social life" Minho already had 3 beers in his hands. "Take one"

"Uh, no thanks, I don't drink" Said the british boy.

"Thomas?"

"Yeah?"

"Want one?" he showed him the drinks.

"Uh, sure" he grabbed one. "Thanks, bro" Thomas immediately took a sip.