Since the incident, Blue never found his brother sleeping during the daytime. He became a busybody, working and scheduling, keeping track of therapy, doctor, and med appointments.
Today, scattered in unpaid bills and letters of bad and good news, he found him passed out, fingers curled around a pen.
Just across from him, Cherry was sleeping, too, hand outstretched and holding Stretch's right hand.
His soul felt heavy.
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Sweetest Nightmares
FanfictionA little mistake can be the death of something beautiful, Cherry thinks. But, well, Blue is still beautiful, but the sort that you feel when you look at an old home, falling apart with cobwebs stretching across the rotting wood. Funny how he could t...
