Why Do You Play This Game of Pretend(Angst)

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OMG she's updating sound the alarms *sirens* *choking noises* *someone screaming in the distance*

Sorry, it's been like a dark month so I haven't been able to update~social stuff, mental health stuff, etc

So...uh....I turned to my crutch-angst~I felt really bad about not updating so here's some uh dark stuff 

Based off of a twisted Requiem from Dear Evan Hansen

TW: implied death/suicide

Connor

"Of course you look lovely in that suit!"

Why should I play this game of pretend?

Kevin pecked me on the cheek. "Got to go, sweetheart- work."

Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?

"Lunch at Bernie's?" I ask, seeking any time with you.

Such a great love and wonderful friend-

"Can't," he said with that adorable pout. "Meetings."

Oh, don't the tears just pour?

 I nod sadly, still holding his hand. "O-of course."

. . .

I could curl up and hide in our room.

"Hey, babe?" I say into my phone. The third time tonight?

There in our bed still sobbing tomorrow-

"You're not home... it's eleven thirty... Please reply to me."

I could give in to all of the gloom-

"Please Kevin... are you okay? I love you."

But tell me, tell me what for?

I hung up. This was the fourth time this month he was home at three AM.

. . .

Why should I have a heavy heart?

Kevin kissed me every morning when he left for work.... 

Why should I start to break in pieces?

And every morning when he got back.

Why should I go and fall apart for you?

. . .

Why should I play the beaten boy and lie?

It was September, I think, when I first started to suspect. A year after we moved in together.

Saying that I miss you and that

I didn't want to register the late nights... how Kevin never seemed interested in me in that way any more...

My world has gone dark without your light?

I just wanted to hold on to 'us' for as long as I could.

I will sing no requiem tonight.

. . .

I gave you my world, you threw it away.

Until I found him.

Leaving these broken pieces behind you...

I didn't believe it.

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