Chased him away. That's where he went; away. Chased by the nagging voices of three of half of him. Until he dropped off of the surface of the world they were living in completely.
Two were sleeping. One rose from words that were blushing lies on the horizon, back lit by sunrise and the determination to prove false affection wrong. The determination to prove that being alone and awake was far more painful than dreaming on their mattresses of basic confusion.
Trying to fall back to sleep. But the one never could. Eyes staring into pitch blackness, laying still, paralyzed by thoughts that won't leave. Not like he did.
Tears are roughly smudged away. An avalanche of feelings from mind to heart, and daybreak just becomes another line in the tally of "days gone." The one's eyes go blank. The two's eyes remain closed.
Toss and turn, springs creak and hearts ache. Sitting in the corner of the room that starts to spin, trying to remain as still as possible as emptiness begins to churn, getting thicker until it's a struggle to breathe. The bigger one of the two's eyes flutter open, looking into the thick darkness bubbling in the air, only to close their eyes again and pretend to be swallowed by slumber.
Cracks of light slide underneath the door, but only enough to cast horrid shadows over the rest of the room. They sway to the rhythm of a gone heartbeat, they pry at the edges of their souls. Until the third opens their eyes and goes completely mad.
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