𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 ᵖᵗ ᵗʷᵒ

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20 years ago, Werner would've laughed at anyones face if they told him, that Bartholomäus would be dead at 38 and Werner would hate him. This is not a speculation, but a known fact, because when Werner was 18 years old, his best friend had told him this exact thing.

It was 2025 when Ansgar said: "Wenny, this isn't going to last, I promise you Bartholomäus is gonna die at 38 and you're gonna hate him. Bro, let it go", and Werner had laughed. Because Werner Davis was in love with Bartholomäus Smith, and there was nothing that could convince his 18 year old head, that that would ever change. Who did Ansgar think he was anyway, predicting people's death? His laughter ebbed away and they both looked back down at their unfinished paintings. A cold breeze made Werner turn to the open window, absentmindedly considering wether to close it. The comment had made him laugh, but in the silence after, he felt a small ache behind his temples and a coil in his stomach. Ansgar couldn't have been serious, but why would he make a joke like that? It had been a completely unprompted joke about someone's impending death and an end of their love. Werner put too much of the brown paint onto his canvas. No it wasn't funny at all. The leaves on his tree turned a muddy brown. "You're wrong", he said grimly, refusing to spare a glance at his best friend. He took a cloth to remove some of the paint. He could feel Ansgars eyes burning  into the side of his head und huffed. "I don't know why you would say shit like that." He finally looked over with a frown. Ansgar was gone. He had teleported away, because he has actual magical powers.

Werner would have laughed, but that was 20 years ago and now, looking at Bartholomäus' obituary, he felt a stormy, mean thing in his chest and a small lump in his throat paired with sweet vindication. (Achterbahnfahrt der Gefühle)

#original charaters #crackfic #idfk #hi