#trigger warning #drug abuse referencing #abuse referencing # lazy ending, gotta make your own xD #not sorry,i need sleep
Loche let out a winded sigh, tracing his fingers along the rough wall. Carved from stone in the side of an old hill. Initially, he had thought the structure was beautiful. Out of all his searching and exploring, this was one of the untouched relics he could ever hope to imagine finding. Now since the mudslide, it served as a prison. His mind occasionally passing through the wall and onto another time, he silently wondered where he'd gone wrong to deserve this. Sure he wasn't the greatest person. Arrogant, self serving, and even a little heartless at times. But to be trapped for the remainder of his life in such a small area? With no escape, no light, and worst of all...with his goddamn ex.
Ryder on the other hand seemed more than content with the situation, for now that is. The withdrawals would be kicking his ass in a bit, but he rested comfortably knowing he'd probably suffocate before then. The room was to small for him to stand up straight, so he settled for laying on the ground. Switching his focus between the dark ceiling and the sound of his ex stirring in the corner. If it weren't for their current condition, he might've tried to make a move. That's what this was to start with. An apology and a request for a second chance. Of course Loche had brought up his failure to attend rehab and the argument resulted in their entrapment.
" Why can't you just overdose and leave me alone already?" Loche asked, finally breaking the silence between them.
"My nose starts to bleed before I can get enough and the powder clumps." He replied a little too casually for the others liking. " You're such a smug bastard." " And you're so over dramatic. Can't we just suffocate in peace?" " Peace? As if I'd allow that." " You're so right." Rolling his eyes as he sat up. " What was I thinking?"
" You don't think, that's the problem. " He stood against the wall, letting himself slide down the stone to sit with his knees to his chest.
He took note of the others distress, deciding to offer some form of comfort. He handed him a candy bar from his pocket, setting it beside him when he refused to take it." You know...I always said you were pretty when you cried, but there's no need to cry now."
He shook his head, wiping his eyes clear. Blinking away the tears attempting to build up." I hate this and I hate you for doing this. "
