Felix shot up with a gasp. His alarm was going off. He reached for the nightstand and turned it off. Wait… something wasn't right.
Beside him, the bed was cold… he slowly turned to face the other side, fearing the worst. And in an instant, his worst fears had come true. On top of the red blanket lay a note.
Dear Felix,
I hope you know that I loved you. I hope you forgive me for this, trust me, I didn't want to do it. But I'm gone now. And I know you can be strong and move on without me. But I have had this nag… this urgent feeling in my head that won't go away. I've had it for a few weeks now, but I finally realized it was a result of loneliness. You spend a lot of time on that computer of yours, and I feel like you spend more time there than with me. I'm sorry, Felix.
Goodbye,
Marzia
Suddenly feeling alone and depressed, Felix climbed out of the bed and staggered to the kitchen. Maybe she was right; he did spend a lot of time on his computer. Not hungry anymore, Felix slumped down in a chair. "I should go for a drive… just to clear my head." He mumbled to no one in particular. Driving always did soothe him. Steadily moving now, he walked to his bedroom and threw on some clean clothes. Grabbing his keys from his dresser, he left the house.
Now that he was driving, Felix felt a lot better. He actually stopped and waved to strangers. He would find someone else. He continued to drive, his heart lifting higher with each moment. I can make it without Marzia, I'll find someone else, He thought. But he was a little to buried in his thoughts to notice a car pulling out in front of him a little too fast.
That same morning, Cry woke to the sound of his phone ringing. Shit, I should really be up by now. Cry thought to himself, seeing that it was 10:00 in the morning. Mumbling to himself, Cry clambered out of bed and ran to the phone. Seeing the caller ID, his heart sank. He urgently pulled up the phone and pressed talk. "Sure, I-I'll be right there." His voice was hoarse as he spoke. Running to his computer, he bought a ticket to Sweden. Quickly dressing, he packed a suitcase and ran to the door. Not caring that he didn't lock the door, he made a mad dash for the car.
Arriving at the airport, he practically knocked people over in an attempt to get to the plane. Yelling apologies over his shoulder, he continued to run. Finally making it to the plane, he settled down in his seat. "F-fuck me… Pewds, please please be okay…" Feeling himself tear up, he feel into a fitful sleep.
This is an amazingly short chapter. I'm sorry~ XD Of course, Cry, PewDiePie, and Marzia belong to themselves. More to come~!
