And There Was No One Left - Changlix

1. Not me

Ugh.

I have to wake up again only to feel pain. Can't I just sleep forever?

I don't know if that would be a good idea though, because of course, this night I dreamed about him again.

I didn't even change my clothes yesterday, or brush my teeth, or take a shower. I was too busy to even consider that doing, too busy coping with my feelings deep inside my heart.

I looked on my phone: 6:30 am

I have to go prepare myself for university, but you know what, I'm not gonna go today. It's not like I'm gonna achieve something in life anyway, without the support of my so called best friend.

Sleep, I thought that I needed more sleep. But when I tried to sleep again, my feelings felt stronger. Anxious, I was scared of never be able to feel happy again. Because like, how can I ever be happy again? How do people deal with those problems? Do they just like...move on?

Maybe it's just me. I'm just weak, and I can't deal with anything negative, or painful.

Or are people just used to all the sorrow that has been occurring in their lives?

I'll just go for a wander, because maybe fresh air will help me think more freely. I just cannot think properly anymore without him appearing in my head.

I changed my clothes, grabbed my keys and went outside.

I just started walking somewhere, but I still couldn't calm down. We would always go for a walk too.

Do you sometimes wonder when your friends are gonna help you, when you're in this kind of situation?

Yeah, me too. No one came to help me.

They all chose his side.

So now I'm walking down the streets by myself. Even though I always thought we would be together, forever.

"Let's buy something to drink." I thought by myself.

Coffee? Yeah coffee. Coffee seems great, so I ordered coffee.

I don't even like coffee.

I just thought that I could finally wake up while drinking it.

I sat down somewhere inside, and stared at my phone, pretending to be doing something.

Man, life sucks.

"Are you always this lonely?"

Huh? Is anyone talking to me?

"Dude, are you alive?"

Yes, someone is. Someone who wears a lot of black. And who's very handsome. Wait a second...

"Can you even hear me?"

That guy. That guy I bumped into yesterday. He's standing in front of me, trying to talk to my stupid ass.

"Oh hey. What are you doing here?" He looked at me like I'm an idiot or something. I mean, he's not wrong.
"Ehm I wanted to drink something."
"O-oh yeah, of course. Why did you.."
"I wanted to let you know that you'll be fine."

I stared at him in confusion. He doesn't even know me...? How-

"I've heard about it. It'll be alright, I promise you. Just don't act like you're the only one with problems in this world."
"O-oh okay, well ehm"
"I gotta go."

He walked away, just like yesterday.

I just sat there. Thinking about why and how. Why I was approached by him and how he knew all this. Is he friends with him? Or did he used to be friends with him? Or this is all just a joke.

It could easily just be the last one.

I think I fell asleep. Or at least, I hope so. But I probably just sunk down my thoughts, and didn't even notice that it's 2 hours later. I payed for my drink and left.

And now I'm here again. On the streets, alone. I just started walking without even knowing where.

But then I arrived somewhere, at a very special place.

Here's where we would sit down, and talk about school.

The park.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

"W-why.."

I started crying.

I ran away, back to my house.

"Is he okay?"

After 20 minutes or so, I stood in front of my house.

You would always come here. You would come here and tell me: "Felix, you're the best person I've ever met."

I grabbed keys and opened the door. Never has it been so difficult to enter my own house.

I sat on the couch and looked at my phone.

He posted something on Instagram.

Normal people would say that it's just a cute selfie of a couple, or two friends.

I see something else in the picture.

That friend should've been me.

I totally lost it.

"YOU CUNT!"

I threw my phone at the wall.

Shit.