The Droplet Curse

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Escaping. There are many possibilities from escape, the reality, the place you're staying, your thoughts... or your past and maybe even your future.

Mistakes have been made followed by death and guilt. Yet created those mistakes new friends and a different faith.

Steve sketches some stuff on a piece of paper, his blonde hair falling for his eyes, glancing through his hair he sees James laying on the sofa, curled up in a blanket and sleeping. A smile tugs on Steve's face as he continues to sketch. Thin lines enter the paper but all suddenly he stops and stares at James.

James moves in his sleep, nightmaring, turning around and around. Looking terrified but yet loved...

"James?" Steve asks, putting the paper away and standing up, walking over to his friend and shakes him awake.

James looks at him. Scared eyes but not seeing him (because he doesn't wear his glasses.

Steve realizes and hands him his glasses. "You had a nightmare?" Steve asks.

James nods and puts on the glasses. "I was dreaming about a new calculator, a brilliant thing.. but suddenly I heard Sacha's voice talking to me. It hurts.. yet I missed it.." James sighs, looking at his fingers.

Steve nods quietly. A little hurt as the love of his life still loves the girl and still never told him 'I love you too.'

"Steve... Did I ... hurt you?" James asks as he watches the blonde boy.

Steve keeps quiet.

"I hurt you... What did I do?" James asks.

"Nothing, just emotions. I kind of realized you'd never love me." Steve sighs.

James nods quietly now.

"I was drawing something when you slept." Steve says to change the topic.

"What were you drawing?" James asks curious, both their brains being distracted from the event just seconds ago.

"A plant and elves." Steve says.

James is quiet, confused and processing that an male would actual draw elves. "Elves?" James asks.

Steve nods and shows the drawing. "Elves." repeating the word to comfirm.

James puts his glasses better on his nose as he looks at the drawing of an livingroom with a plant on the table surrounded by elves. Only the plant and the elves have been set to colour. "Cool." James says.

Steve smiles satisfied.

"You're a good drawer." James says.

"Have to be, surgerists need a straight hand and perfection finetuned finger movements." Steve says.

James nods, he wants to say something like 'they need a stabiele mindset too.' but he decides not to tell him because it might hurt.

"But James..." Steve starts. "I wanted to be a surgerist... what did you study? Do you even have a job?" Steve asks.

"I studied mathematics." James replies.

"work?" Steve asks.

James shakes his head.

How do we have money then?" Steve asks.

"I get money." James replies.

"How...?" Steve asks.

James sighs "Legally, but I'm not explaining just yet."

Steve nods distrusting the dark haired nerd.