Skeppy laid in a pitch black room, the only light coming from his dim phone screen. He quietly stared at the DMs between him and Bad, chewing his lip as his mind buzzed with thoughts. He wanted oh so bad his feelings to simply dissappear, but he knew full well that waiting would be more harm than good.
That being said, he didn't want to reach out. It wasn't because he wanted to keep these feelings bottled up, he wanted nothing more to spill his most definitely unrequited feelings to his best friend, but he didn't want to put more weight on the other's back.
Skeppy thought about some time in the future, when these feelings, these thoughts, were nothing more than a bad dream. Maybe this was that timeline?
Skeppy wondered if by then, he would be granted the warmth of equally returned love, none of that unrequited shit.
Maybe it was one of the other, Skeppy wasn't sure which one he truely wanted, requited love or being at least content with his life.
At least 2 hours had passed before Skeppy turned off his phone and fell asleep, deciding that he could wait to do it the next day. Just as he had told himself for the past week.
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How to Never Stop Being Sad
FanfictionA story based on a song of the same name, probably one of my best stories yet. Oh yeah, and Spifey was only briefly mentioned, not exactly in this story Please read the tags Cross posted to ao3
