out of it ~twoset violin au~ (discontinued)

chapitre deux

~empty
/ˈɛm(p)ti/
having no value or purpose.~

~eddy~

one two three, one two three, one two three. breathe. you're okay, you're fine, she wasn't the one. eddy's head hung low, and he stared at the white carpet underneath his feet. his eyes were extremely tired and sore from crying, and he'd been so dehydrated that his eyes just went red and puffy. he had lack of energy, from malnutrition and lack of sleep. eddy, i love you. eddy shook his head. GET. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD.  a simple thought of the girl brought him to a crumble, dragged him down. he dragged his legs up to his body and he curled up into a ball. he rocked back and forth, repeating the phrase over and over in his mind. get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head.

eddy lay there until sunset had arrived. he felt the warmth of the sun leave and his world was filled with a bit more darkness. a few... somethings later- eddy couldn't keep track of time- he heard brett sing another lullaby. it was the only thing that helped kept eddy somewhat sane. he knew that brett would always be there, and that was all the comfort he needed. the lullaby was a little longer this night, but eddy didn't notice. and he lulled to the best sleep he'd had since the breakup, and just heard the soft goodnight before he dozed off.

eddy found himself in a wonderful dream. by now, any dream was wonderful, he hadn't had one in ages, and a dream meant he was sleeping well. he saw himself in the arms of someone, he couldn't see her face. but he enjoyed the warm embrace she had. they were spooning, and eddy was the one being spooned. actually, eddy rather enjoyed being spooned. he felt her ruffle his hair and take him in tighter, but still soft. eddy softly smiled, he was happy. he wanted to stay in this dream forever, but something dragged him back into the awake world. eddy felt the sun warming the area around him, as if cuddling him. and he remembered the dream.

and he wondered who it was, was it the one?

~brett~

just friends, brett, just friends. it was just some weird dreams. it'll be over in no time. brett thought to himself. he did his normal morning routine, and tried to take his mind off of the other boy but, alas, to no avail. his mind kept drifting off to the dream, to accidentally daydreaming of other scenes of him and eddy cuddling and such. 

brett wanted to slap himself. this was his best friend, and they were only friends. besides, brett had liked only girls. it was probably just a phase. besides, it would never work out. 1. they were best friends since they were 13 and 14, something would've came up earlier if it was a crush. they were too close now, this would ruin the friendship they had. 2. eddy was definitely straight. he'd ramble on and on about all the crushes he had in high school, and he had a bunch of girlfriends. AND toni was definitely proof of his love towards girls. eddy would never like him.

it's just a phase brett, and get over it quick. he scolded himself. he dressed up in a practice shirt and black jeans. he went out and took a walk in the nearby park. he didn't bother to fix his hair or properly prepare himself, he just needed to clear his head. he looked down at his feet for the entire walk, but he felt the concerned stares of the few people that were there. brett shook it off and let his mind wander. he heard the soft rustles of the leaves and the cheerful cries of young children. sometimes he could hear the call of an ibis, probably wanting food. but there was one thing wavering in the back of his mind. eddy. he couldn't get the thought out. no matter where his mind wandered, no matter how much he focused on his surroundings, no matter what he thought, eddy was still there. i guess i have to accept it. i just hope i'll get over it soon. and he headed home.

when brett arrived at home, he immediately went and picked up his violin. he practised to take his mind off of eddy. he must've practised for hours on end, for he felt his left hand crying in pain, his right hand cramped and his shoulder actually dead. paganini kind of helped for once, for every thought was banished from his head except for the piece. he was physically draned, but his mind was somewhat calm for a bit. and when he saw the time, he went and performed his nightly routine. instead of singing, brett played a soft and beautiful piece on the violin. "goodnight," he whispered. 

"bonne nuit."