Newtmas / Dylmas Oneshots

Dylmas AU: Wide Awake

Dylan's POV

Insomnia. Ever experienced that? Ever heard of that?

It sounds bad, I know, and it is.

I don't really know if I've ever been this way before. I don't even know how I got in this critical condition. I didn't know I could be this low, just for him.

Yes, it's a him. A boy.

He caused all of this. And I made it worse. It wasn't like this with him before. Before everything came crashing down to both of us, like the world and God suddenly hated us and tried to separate us into two ways such that we would never encounter one another ever again. And they both succeeded.

It was a painful sight to watch, if you are even there. It was so painful because of the angry screaming, words that can scar you forever, and the occasional breaking of whatever has to be broken into pieces.

I should've thrown myself against a wall or anything hard and concrete, because I, myself, am broken.

I know I shouldn't be in the place to be the one broken up, but him.

Thomas.

"Thomas, I'm home!" I shout after opening the door to our flat, hand in hand with some groceries I bought for later's dinner.

But the house was awfully quiet. "Thomas? Are you here?" I shouted towards nothing again, but heard shuffled footsteps in our room. Maybe he's in there, trying in vain to find clothes and not get caught by me naked. The thought made me chuckle though.

As I start heading towards the room and peeked right through it, I swear I should've just waited until Thomas gets out of the room and I'm in the kitchen preparing our meal for the night. But no, I'm inside our room, staring at Thomas as to how he frantically gushes down clothes he used and will still use and putting it in a luggage. A big one. Is he going to do what I'm thinking?

I lay there on my bed, cheeks stained with dried tears pairing up my puffy, red eyes, reminiscing once again the scenery that happened just a few hours ago that made me lose all of the hope and love in me.

"Thomas, what are you doing?" I asked, sounding oblivious when I am fully aware of what he is doing.

"What do you think, Dylan? A luggage and me packing clothes? What does that ring in your mind?" Thomas asked, sounding bitter and spitting out those words harshly.

"Are you going to leave? To where?" I asked hesitantly, afraid he might snap and I might cause things to get out of hand. Which will cause havoc. Among us.

"London. I'll be out for, I don't know how long. I just want to be away from you."

"But, why?"

"I hope you do realize that, you've not been totally honest with me, and I can feel that we're slowly drifting apart. We're not magnets anymore, just like what we were, that nobody can ever separate. Now, look at us. Both of us are now slowly loosening because of another magnet that's pulling you with its magnetic force. Ever think of that?"

"What do you mean I haven't been totally honest with you?"

"Who's that guy you have been hanging out with more often? Is he your new magnet?"