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⚠️ A Drip and a Drop | Omar x Mateo

[REQUESTED]

Author's Note: Oofity, I have so many requests right now and not a lot of time to write, sorry about that! I will get to the requests, but do note I will do them all as soon as I can! Sorry about all the hassle, I'm trying my best to finish!

But I hope you enjoy the prompt! This prompt was requested by SourCreamStarbuks and Raven_Nave, thank you for requesting!

TRIGGER WARNING! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUICIDAL THOUGHTS OR CUTTING/ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE!

(also, the setting is the Murder House, and I picture it with multiple stories/floors so that it can hold many of the Flicker characters, just so you know, they live together)

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THE ORIGINAL PROMPT:

Mateo is sad about Omar's passing, and feels like it's all his fault.

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[MATEO]

I huddle myself close, trying to breathe slowly. But I couldn't. All I felt was the pain and grief that was just given to me a few days ago.

I turn my head from my bedroom corner and spot a picture frame, standing alone on the night table. I pick it up and stare at it for a moment.

It was a picture of me, with my family, but off to the side, I could see my friend Omar, happiness spread across the image.

Drip, drop.

I couldn't help myself. I lost him. I couldn't get him back. It's all my fault.

I kept telling myself this ever since his funeral, wearing solemn black, and crying to my heart's content.

I was there at his last moments, one that we couldn't have known would happen. We were playing near the stream, just having fun like we usually do on summer afternoons, where the sun radiated a warmth on everyone.

I... I can't take this anymore...

I walk to the kitchen, and without thinking, took the cutting knife from the cupboard of the house, nobody noticed me sneaking back upstairs to the bathroom.

I close the door quietly, and sit on the bathroom floor, ready for the pain.

I hold the knife in my hand. I wanted to do it. I wanted to leave. I wanted to feel no pain.

But something stopped me. Something made me put the knife down.

A voice.

"Don't do this to yourself."

But why? I asked myself, hoping the voice would speak. But no response came.

I put away the knife in the kitchen, and went back upstairs to my bedroom.

I sit on the bed quietly, looking back down at my arms, which could've spilled blood. Which could've let me leave this world. Which could've let me visit Omar.

The urge still tempts me. I still feel like leaving this world and starting a new life. But every time I try, every time I try to jump, the voice comes back, telling me reasons why I shouldn't leave, why I shouldn't kill myself...

...and why I am special.

[OMAR]

You thought I was dead, right? Well, you would be right. I am dead. I died a few years ago now, and it still gives me the feels.

Nobody can see me, hear me, or feel my presence, all except one person.

Mateo.

Mateo has been my best friend since childhood, and we've done many things together, played together, and helped each other when one of us felt down. You could say that we were very close.

Then, one day, we played too close to the river in the forest nearby. The bank of the river was slippery and slick, so Mateo slipped in. He struggled to swim out, as the current was strong and a rushing one, so I jumped in after him. With my remaining strength against the rushing waters, I pulled him out.

But in doing so, I drowned. I couldn't hold myself afloat long enough.

Mateo had been taking this strongly, blaming himself for my death. He felt that he couldn't take the pain and the grief, and always tried to do things that would kill anybody, suicide.

I could see him doing this. I could feel his grief. I could hear his cries.

He couldn't see me, but he could hear me if I spoke to him directly. I always used this ability to stop him from suicide. He didn't deserve to die like this.

And every time, it works. He stops making the blood flow. He stops Death from taking his life.

And I'm happy of it. I make myself help him all I can, even though I'm dead.

I always watched over him, and I told myself to be his watcher. I didn't want anything to happen to this boy.

(no, he doesn't watch Mateo while he is in bathroom or dressing up, but watches him every other time that doesn't involve privacy-)

He's adorable, though, I smile everyday because of him. He was always positive, thinking about good things that would come out. Always outgoing, and happily meeting new people.

My death took its toll on him though, I can't say he's the same person as before. Now, he'd hide himself and never come out, and crying quietly to himself, with me watching him sadly.

I know this all seems sad, but like somebody said, "there's always a rainbow after the rains, you just need to find it."

Every night, I watch the brunette fall asleep, his snores gently lifting, I usually just smile, and think to myself, "what did I do to deserve this boy?"

Back then, when times are rough, he's always there to get us through it, and he's just a total sweetheart, why wouldn't you like him? I've loved him all this time, but never had the chance to tell him.

And, even though he never said it, I know he loves me back, as actions mean much more than words.

(qwq AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG I MAKE TOO MUCH ANGST, I now feel so bad, but I hope you enjoyed the prompt! This prompt was inspired by xXxwhy_whyxX, thanks for letting me use a similar prompt to yours! Lots of love to you all!~)