Insomniac

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"He only has a few weeks before they pull the plug, how are we going to tell his fans?"

Another restless sleep, and more nightmares. I turned to look at the clock, 3:46 AM. The bed was uncomfortably warm. "Top of morning," I tiredly whispered to myself.

I walked down the stairs to make myself breakfast. I decided to make some pasta for myself when I heard a knock on the door. I turned off the stove and looked through the window. It was Felix. What's he doing here?

I sprinted for the door, seeing him walk away. I swung open the door, "Felix! Wait!" He kept on walking, his shoulders heaving up and down.

Was he crying? "Felix!" I yelled, desperately trying to catch up with him. He was going too fast, he was going at an unordinary speed. Felix ran into a park, and stopped running. I slowed down into a jog, trying to catch my breath.

He was standing there, I could hear him whispering. "Felix?" I asked, walking closer to him. He slowly turned around.

But, I didn't see his face. It was just an empty void, nothing. I heard him laugh before he pulled a gun out of his pocket. "Merry Thankmas, Seán."

(Sorry for the short chapter)

(Yeetus)