i decided to write this bc,,,,
i feel bad asking to rp things,,
so here ya go
this is not, i repeat, IS NOT, N-O-T, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT, a ship! they're just friends!
this is written from 2 povs! The first is Izzy's, the second is Matt's, to show Izzy's feeling of yknow, almost d y i n g. and then to show matt being, oh idk, a gOOD FRIEND-
crest of FRIENDSHIP, yall
but some of yall think that matt is an awful person and i-
Also, this is set in S1!
with that, let us begin.
-----------------------------------------------
Izzy's POV
-------------------------------
The digital world can suck my not-yet-existent dick.
First of all, logic barely EXISTS here!
Secondly, I can't disappear after 7 hours EVERY DAY to take off...
Well. my binder.
Because someone would probably ask me why I was leaving after 7 hours every single day.
I usually took off my binder when everyone else went to bed, but sometimes I'd forget.
This specific day, we'd been walking a long ass fucking time.
I was having trouble breathing, and when I did take a breath, my chest and ribs hurt like hell.
I tried to take deep breaths, but everything was all spinny and I felt like my lungs were on fire.
We kept walking. I didn't say anything until I couldn't walk anymore, and I kept tripping. Everything was all... just way too much. I could barely see.
"Guys can we-" I had to inhale deeply and I only spoke three words, "Can we take a.. a break?"
To say that everyone was taken aback that I was asking for a break was a HUGE understatement.
Tai just looked at me then looked up at the sky.
"Sure, why not?" He shrugged, looking around. We were in a forest.
Sometimes it seemed like all this dumb world was... Was forest.
"Great, on that note I'll be right back," I practically wheezed as I rushed off behind a bush that was decently far away from the group.
I took off my shirt quickly and unhooked my binder from its clasps and pulled it off, pulling out my sportsbra from my bag and slipping it on. I took a deep breath.
I still couldn't breathe and it still hurt like hell.
I felt myself start to panic and that's when I realized I needed to solve a problem or I'd fall into a panic attack.
There weren't any problems to solve, though. Everything was in order.
Well, other than me fucking dying, but you know.
I was so tired, I could barely breathe, everything was... off. There's not a possible better way to describe that.
It was just all bad.
At that point I just kinda accepted that i'd probably die.
And then it got worse, because oh my GODS, I'm dying.
