They Belong Together [dreamnotfound]

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Warm sunshine spilled through the window, casting long golden stains on the floor.

“I'm going to stream, I'll be in my room.” His voice echoed in the hallway.

“Okay...” I answered slowly to what he was saying.

There was something not right. Something wrong. My vision went blurry and soon the lights were all over the room.

I stood up slowly and tried to walk to the bathroom. Easy. I stumble and soon my hands are searching for something to grab, trying to avoid a dramatic fall.

Narrow hallway stretched towards the bathroom door at the end, and only one way towards it, his bedroom door on the left side.

The door to his room was half-open and I stood, my feet stuck to the ground, my heart in my throat.

Dimmed light came through his door and his ‘streamer’ voice came out of his room.

Just walk through the hallway to the bathroom.

Yeah.

No.

Should I tell him?
What do I even say?

I moved the door slowly, barely peering inside.

The light from the screen was blocked by his silhouette and silence was filled with clicking sounds and some random words.

His chair spun left and right slowly and his headphones were on his head.

He spoke to his chat and I leaned on the door carefully for some balance just listening to his voice.

His voice. Just keep talking. Keep talking.

Hypnotizing. Hypnotize me not to feel anything. Please.

I was careful not to make any shadow, any sound.

My vision became blurry and the floor seemed to sway under my feet when I grabbed the wall beside me and leaned my back on it, completely getting out of his room.

Stop. Stop it. My hands flew to my head and I pressed my palms against my forehead.

I let out a painful exhale, my knees shaking.

Come on. One step at a time. Slowly.

I tried. I tried. I dragged my feet on the ground, my hands on the wall, one step at a time and finally made it to the bathroom.

Bright light blinded my eyes and pain rang in my head even more. I turned it off. I stood there, in darkness like the biggest fool that ever fooled.

I looked down at the cold sink, my hands grabbing the edge of it.

I close my eyes. Darkness. Nothingness. And yet everything. I feel everything.

What do I feel? I don't even know anymore.

My head hurts. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts.

It's pulsating. Left to the right. One side then another.

Slowly raising my head, I open my eyes and stare at the mirror – my reflection staring back at me. Staring back deep into my soul.

I look into my eyes. One blink. One inhale. Exhale. Breathe.

I look at my own face. My own body.

Who are you?

My grip on the sink tightened causing my knuckles to go red, then white.

Close your eyes, it'll pass. But it didn't.