11:11 PM (Newtmas AU) [✔]

Friday, 4:15 PM

Minho:
Stop staring.

Thomas:
What?
Who?
When?

Minho:
Him.
Stop staring him.

Thomas:
It's impossible.

Minho:
Then make it possible.

Thomas:
What exactly don't you understand from IMPOSSIBLE?!

Minho:
The word itself says "I'm possible."
So none.

Thomas:
Stop stealing quotes from tumblr.

Minho:
I will when you stop staring at him.

Thomas:
But look at him.
Alone, on the stage, practising his theater words.
I can even see a tear rolling down his pale skin.
Do you think I broke him?

Minho:
No, you just politely teared his heart in two and threw it in the rubbish extinguisher.

Thomas:
He broke me first.

Minho:
You two just keep hurting each other. I've heard about self destructive love, but I never thought I would witness it.

Thomas:
So, what do I do?

Minho:
You move on, Thomas.

Thomas:
What If I can't?

Minho:
Force yourself to do it.
It's been over a week he hasn't texted you.
I have a goldfish, and surprise surprise, I talk to it every day!
If he cared, he'd have contacted you.

Thomas:
What if he couldn't?

Minho:
Bullshit.
You always find a minute to a text. It's not like crossing the ocean. It's simple.
He just doesn't care.

Thomas:
But I haven't texted him back...

Minho:
He still would have texted.

Thomas:
But... He is crying...

Minho:
He's an actor, idiot, he's crying because his character is crying.

Thomas:
Alright...

Minho:
Wait.
Where are you going?
COME BACK!

Thomas:
I am moving on.