This is the Last Time [ BELLDOM AU ] [ COMPLETED ]

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My connection with Dominic seems stronger than the one I have with Chris or my mother. We have relatable situations, identical interests, and a mutual feeling for one another. Sometimes, without the voices telling me too, I will touch Dom's shoulder or arm to show him and myself that we are here together and that we're real. I need to know that we will be there for each other no matter what happens to either him or me.

Dominic and I now sit in the grass outside the clinic waiting for the session to begin and talking and laughing with one another. The blonde haired boy pulls out tufts of grass around him and throws it into the air as I lay on my back and stare at the sky, thinking about reaching out for Dom's hand to hold. I sit up and catch the handful of grass Dominic just threw and hold it in my hand to blow it into his face that scrunches up at the incoming vegetation.

We laugh together and his head falls onto my shoulder as I pull my legs into my chest and wrap my arms around them, staring straight ahead. He shifts closer to me and rests his hand onto my knee as I feel heat rising onto my cheeks and my hands start to shake uncontrollably making me tuck them between my legs to hide it from Dom. I close my eyes, feeling the pain from within my head subside as I live in this moment with the one who cares the most for me.

"You're Matthew, right?" I squeeze my eyes together tightly and force myself to open them to see the person standing in front of me. A pixie, brown haired girl with stormy blue eyes looks down at me with her hands in her jacket pocket as she grinds her foot into the ground with a blush on her pale cheeks. I nod my head in response and look away to Dom who still has his head resting on my shoulder quietly. "Can-can I ask you something?"

"Um, yeah, sure." The girl now sits down in front of Dominic and me as she takes a hand out of her pocket and hands over an orange pill bottle filled with small, circular medicines. I take it and red the description on the side of the translucent container. "Why would I need... antidepressants?" She shakes her head and says that they aren't for depression but it is actually for bipolar disorder.

"They were my brother's but he got switched to a different, stronger prescription and I was thinking you could have them," she states as I roll the bottle around in my hand and feel Dominic's head being removed from my shoulder. I show them to the blonde haired boy and he whispers into my ear that Chris could use them. "I just thought that because you act just like how he did. Talking to walls and chairs, like someone's there."

"Thanks... I guess." Placing the bottle by my side, I rest my head on my knees and close my eyes once again. The voices fade in and out as a shiver climbs up my spin and I try to focus on getting them out of my head. I take my hand and roam the grass for Dominic's but I only find the orange container and push it away as I continue to blindly search for a warming touch. "Dom, say something."

"What?" The girl says, confused, as she leans forward and places a cautious hand onto my leg. Jerking my head up, I remove her cold fingers from my shin and look to find Dom gone from my side, shuffling over to the door of the clinic where Chris stands with his head hanging low. "No, I'm Quinn. Hey, what's wrong?"

Standing up, I leave the pill bottle and the brown haired girl on the lawn as I walk over to my two friends who whisper to each other quietly. Chris looks up to me with a faltering smile and heads inside, ahead of Dom and me as we walk side-by-side. The voices leave my mind as I reach out for the grey eyed boys hand and wrap my fingers around his palm, feeling his warmth take away the pain that has haunted me for years.