The flashing lights of changing scenes spanned the living room, only truly witnessed by Cherry, who was engrossed in the movie's story, despite its violence. He didn't pick it out, Stretch probably did, but it was better than he imagined.
Still, suicide seemed to be a theme. He pretended not to notice the other two looking at him from time to time.
Eventually, Stretch fell asleep and Cherry zeroed in further on the plot. His finger tapped against his knee, sockets peering unblinkingly into the screen.
He realized, after a while, that he had gotten good at pretending. The reason why he could safely say this is that Blue didn't notice he had some attention still focused on him and, thus, had found himself curled in a ball.
He pretended he didn't notice the way Blue whimpered each time blood spilled.
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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...
