Love At The Breaking Point [Remastered] (DISCONTINUED)

Filler 2/2

I woke up to my phone buzzing and an alarmed sounding Nuco on the other end when I answered. "What's wrong?" I answered, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

" Garen sent me some fishy texts and I think he's gonna commit suicide!" he exclaimed, fear ringing through him and I.

I sprang up onto my feet and grabbing my grey with blue sleeves hoodie, dashing out of my house while still having Nuco on the phone. "Where did you say he was at?" I panted into the phone, my bare feet slapping against the wet asphalt of the deserted roads.

"Crown Field St. right by the Sniper's Café." Once it was locked in my brain I took a sharp left turn to Sniper's, my breathe puffing out of my mouth like a train. I skid to a stop, almost passing it when I saw Garen sitting on the edge of the roof of Danny's Walk n' Drop Homeless shelter.

"Garen." I cried up to him, trying to catch my breath. "I'm coming up." I sighed, going to the rusty latter on the left side of the building. Once up there I sat next to him, bitting my bottom lip in fear of how high it was. I placed my hand on his, staying silent and taking quick glances at him here and there.

"Why?" I whimpered, rubbing my thumb against the back of his hand. "Why did you guys forget me?" I looked up at him, eyes meeting dark green pools. "I know you would never kill yourself, you always despised that way of leaving this planet." I confessed, scooting closer.

"Why'd you leave me behind?" He muttered, looking back down to the far away ground. I sighed, looking away from his silent figure, the wind blowing our hair in our faces.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered, closing my eyes and feeling his fear, sadness, and anger bubbling in his throat as he wanted to scream it all out at the big, shiny moon gazing it's silver stare upon us. I didn't answer his question, knowing this town seemed nice on the outside but it was hell to the people living here all their lives.

There was something about this town that always bugged me; an itch. The three musketeers tried to figure out why it felt like this to the original townspeople, only coming up with a few clues but nothing big.

"It's digesting us." I admitted, a shiver running up my back when I heard Nuco come up the latter a few feet behind us. He sat on the other side of Garen, placing his head on the silent man's shoulder.

"And it won't ever stop." Nuco admitted next, seeing a few tourists down on the sidewalk below our dangling six feet.

"No matter what we do." Garen finally spoke, leaning his head against Nuco's laying head. I felt a feeling of being alone, an outcaster. I lifted my hand from Garen's, putting it with my other hand in my lap.