What if... (hfjONE-shots)

...Airy Returned to Earth (Pt.20)

Oh my gosh finally my Edgelings...

I'm writing again!!!!!!!

This is going to be an extremely short chapter as I am still getting back into the swing of things. I was planning on writing more on Friday but then someone made a false phone threat to my school and I had to sit for an hour in the dark wondering wtf was going on... so ngl that kinda killed the creative vibe I was going for. But I am still alive, or else this is my ghost... which I guess as far as you know is entirely possible :3

But either way, you get your itty bitty chapter. Hopefully the ones in the future will get back to regular length but I didn't want to have to make you all wait another year haha.

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Bryce's face scrunched up as he shoved open the heavy motel room door, half expecting the place to smell like rot, but thankfully it did not. He knew from his multiple bad experiences in motels that this wasn't always the only thing sketchy though. Bryce took a minute to inspect the room, but other than the standard stains on the carpet, nothing appeared off.

"Hey, can you let me through? I'm so tired..." Owen huffed from behind the soda bottle, sounding just so... empty. Bryce turned to get out of the doorway, noticing the nail's eyes were just as hollow as his voice.

"Are you, uh... doing ok?" Bryce asked, feeling an uncommon amount of pity for the poor guy. He recognized that void of pain that Owen was currently lost in. He'd been through it many times before... still wasn't really out of it...

"What do you think?" Owen sighed in dejection as he sludged his way into the room.

"Yeah... yeah I know..." Bryce nodded and followed behind him, the door banging shut.

Though it didn't reek, the walls smelled vaguely of mildew, the wallpaper peeling up at the seams. It wasn't a bad motel by any means, but it certainly wasn't high end. Then Bryce noticed that it was a single, only one queen bed situated by the far wall, beside a tiny closet and a bathroom that wasn't much bigger.

Owen collapsed face first on top of the bed, letting out a long sigh into the flat white douve. The bed creaked horribly beneath his weight. He didn't care. Normally he was a terribly light sleeper, which is why the plane ride had been so hard on him. It'd been almost two days since he had anything more than a nap. But right now? He felt just so exhausted... more mentally than physically. Maybe if he slept long enough then this would all turn out to be a nightmare. Maybe he'd wake up with hope that Liam might still be out there. Anything would be better than this all encompassing weight. If only he had done more when he had the chance... 

Maybe him and Liam would be hanging out after work right now... lighting up cigarettes and laughing about the stupidest stuff and complaining about their jobs...

Maybe they'd be daring each other to try disgusting food combinations... One taking videos of each other to send to their other college buddies. Owen had tried to keep in touch with some of them, but he'd never been as close to any of them... not like Liam...