What Have I Done {An Aphmau FanFiction}

Chapter 2

Garroths POV:

"Garroth...W-What Happened.." Travis stood at the entrance to the kitchen, looking at the empty bottles of alcohol with a look of complete and utter shock. I don't know why he was so shocked.. But I guess that's because I haven't been..around...as much..but why..has Aphmau not told him anything..Dante not tell him anything...is Dante not with Aphmau...are they not talking...did they cut everyone out?

"Garroth..." Travis started coming closer to me, stepping over the empty bottles, I backed away from him as he got closer, but the counter touched my back when I realized I had no where to go. "Garroth.. Please..What Happened" He kept stepping closer and over the bottles making sure not to knock over the bottles and breaking them and I did the only thing I knew how to do at the time. I let everything go and I fall to the floor and cry...I miss Aphmau...I Miss Celeste...I miss our house being lively and I miss...I just miss everything.. Travis came and moved a few bottles out of the way and he just sat next to me... He sat and held my hands..He held me as I cried and didn't ask anything more or anything less.

Travis' POV:

It Had Been Weeks...Garroth hadn't been answering anyone since Dante had moved out of the house and stopped calling us. Katelyn had told us that Aphmau had moved in with her for a little too and had given Katelyn the house key so Aphmau couldn't move back in if she so choose. But she hadn't wanted to so she gave the key to me...So I could go check on Garroth..So he wasn't alone. I had called a million times, and texted a million more and face timed more then anyone could imagine. He just wouldn't pick up. I took the key from Kate and ended up going over, I tried to open to door but it was locked, so unlocked it..I heard the ringing of Garroths phone, so he is obviously not answering but it's charged so he is alive... I slowly opened the door and I saw that one of the shades was open.. But you can see that the furniture hasn't been used in a while so I wonder where he's been sleeping. There's dust collecting on the tables, and the light switch too. Has he even been downstairs.. That was what scared me..It's been weeks, his phone can ring, and it is down here so where is he if all this dust has been collecting up, it looks like he hasn't even been here..

I heard a noise from the kitchen, like a fridge opening and closing..But I didn't know if I was hearing things so I called out his name as I walked towards the kitchen.. "Garroth..?" I knew he didn't want anyone around if it was him that was home..But I need him to know I was there, I walked into the darkness looking for the switch that was on the wall. I felt dust wherever I went, until I felt the switch and turned it on. Only to see bottles and bottles of alcohol on the floor, I wonder if they're empty.. I look across the room to see Garroth standing there. it doesn't even look like him anymore...His hair is longer then normal, its very greasy too...He would normally hate to have it that long and dirty. He has a little beard growing too...It doesn't look like him at all. His vibrant blue shirt looks black. You'd think he's homeless...or his wife had just left him. He slowly starts backing away as I walk forward, he ended up stopping as he hit the counter. I watched him so very carefully, as he swayed back and forth, holding to the counter for dear life.

Next thing I know he slides down the counter onto the floor crying and then i'm rushing to move bottles out of the way so none break but so I can be there. I sat there holding his hands with his body pressed into mine, I didn't say anything more, I didn't ask what was wrong, or why there was so much alcohol. I Just sat there with him until he stopped crying which wasn't for a few minutes.

After a while of just sitting there, I decided I would be the first to speak.. But not asking anything. "Garroth, hey, Come on" I said as I stood up, helping him up after I was fully standing and a path was cleared through all the bottles. I had leaded him through the path and up to his room, ever so carefully making sure that he didn't fall and that he was fully awake and that he didn't start crying again.

Garroths POV:

Travis had ended up helping me back to my room. He never asked a single question about Aphmau or how I was. He never asked about the alcohol and I was relieved that we stayed in silence. He helped me to get into the shower, he set the water so it was warm enough that all the dirt and dust would slowly wash off with little to no effort. I stood there in the shower, water falling across my face and I wasn't fazed at all by it. I didn't find it too hot nor too cold. Eventually the tears started again, but this time worse then the last. I didn't hear Travis open the door, nor did I hear him as he started fixing up the bathroom. He had replaced all the towels, opened the window and had cleaned all the counters. As I stepped out of the shower I had realized that it was his doing and that the house wasn't always like that....heh...I should really thank him. I walked back out into my room to see that the lights had been on and that the whole room had been rid of anything Aphmau had left behind that was hers. All my laundry had been picked off the floor and a set of new clothes was carefully placed onto the bed. The room I had once known to belong to my wife and I, looks like one a female had never touched. The blue walls complimented the black bed sheets as if it was made to look that way. I had toweled off and had looked at myself in the mirror in the corner of the room, My hair was shaggy and I had a beard growing. I quickly had gone and shaved the beard, knowing I would need a haircut.

I decided I should go find Travis, and explain myself. I had left my room to find all the lights in the house on, the windows open. It looked so much like it had before. making my way down the stairs to find that Celestes bed that was once by the couch, was now gone and the television had been cleaned and everything looked so lively... I was so confused on how Travis had been able to clean so much in the past almost half hour that I have cleaned myself up with. I walked towards the kitchen to see that Travis had been standing head first into the fridge, putting away groceries that I didn't know he had the time to go shopping for. The floor that had been covered in empty alcohol bottles, was clean and the bottles were all gone. Travis had poked his head out of the fridge and spoke ever so quietly, scared as if he would hurt me by his words. Even if they were harmless words...That if he spoke too loud I would disintegrate or better yet..just die...

"I had Vylad pick up some groceries for you...and I cleaned up a bit" I immediately went to him and hugged him without thinking twice.. He looked more calm and very very happy. "The bottles are put away..and all of Aphmaus stuff is in a box downstairs...I can give it to Katelyn if you don't want it." All I could do was smile. Everything Aphmau left was gone.. Someone was here...I looked at him and kept smiling from ear to ear, I knew I had finally had someone.. Someone to talk to...Someone I can have around.. Someone who I can ask questions to.. Someone Who has Answers

Travis' POV:

Garroth had come downstairs after I had cleaned up and had Vylad bring over some groceries. I told him I had run out so he didn't know Garroth was awake..or alive.. I poked my head out of the fridge and spoke so softly, hiding my red puffy eyes from him, scared he would see my tear stained face and lash out because he was the one with the wife would had left him. I spoke ever so quietly, trying not to show the pain he had caused on me from not being around the past 6 weeks..from not telling me he was okay.. or that he was alive.. "I had Vylad pick up some groceries for you...and I cleaned up a bit" and the next thing I knew I was being embraced in his warmth..I smiled and I couldn't stop. I had calmed down a whole bunch.. He was okay, he's alive and well.. I finally have him back.