~Darryl POV~

I stared at the bottom of Puffy's bed. I didn't want to sleep. I was tired, sure, but I just wanted to think about the day. Thats what I do. I rewatch every event, conversation, basically anything that happened during the day, and I judge myself for how I acted. I can't help it. If I could, I'd stop, but I'm helpless.

I sighed. You're too awkward in this situation, you were too serious, blah blah blah. Those are half of my thoughts everyday. The other half... the other half is the one I chose to think about. I could think about anything, the mission to the nether, the kings arranged marriage, but no. I think about all the people in my life. Puffy and Quackity, The Dream Team, and Skeppy.

Skeppy.

I never realised until now that he hides so much from me, but I can respect that. I may not understand why he does it, but I know that I just need to support it. Besides, he's gorgeous in my eyes. Thats what I always say, personality is equal to beauty. It's definitely a bummer that some people don't like themselves, more specifically, their looks.

What if all my loved ones don't like themselves?

I shook my head and leaned on my right. I saw Quackity holding letters and using a dim lit candle to see. I almost let out a yelp but quickly covered it up.

He look up from his letters with his signature smile and gave a small wave before returning to his letters. I force myself to politely smile back. It's not that I'm not happy to interact with him, but my train of thoughts were...

I interrupted my thoughts and just tried to go to sleep as I finally gave in to exhaustion.

~Zak POV~

I was reading. Nothing new, huh? I stopped and rested my head on my arms.

I couldn't focus. All I thought about was..him. (No, not him from the PPG)

I felt tears building up in my eyes, and I saw my book getting wet.

I can't do this. I don't like this "love" thing. I said, now noticing that I'm tearing up way more than I thought. I was having a breakdown, yet I didn't make a sound.

I inhaled harshly, and let my breath escape out my mouth. I do that until I was calm enough to think rational thoughts.

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"Hey, sweetie."

I groaned, being to tired to process anything.

I gained all of my energy to open my eye before closing it again.

"G'morning." I said, not having the energy to respond in a nice tone.

"Breakfast's ready."

I nodded as I saw her blurry figure leave my room.

I stared blankly at my ceiling in a starfish-pose, trying to process everything that happened yesterday.

I sat up and left my legs dangling on the right side of my bed, my head on my hands. I took a deep-breath before going to the dining room.

As I went there, I saw my father eating happily while talking with my mother.

His eyes wandered around me, and his expression brightened.

"G'morning son!" He said, his words slightly slurred from - what I'm guessing - exhaustion, and it was also muffled by his food. I simply gave a nod in response, and sat down. Now that I'm closer, I can see the dark spots in their eyes, especially my mothers. I'd tell them to try to get sleep, but then I'd be a hypocrite.

Seconds past, and I see their expressions slightly darken.

"What?" I ask, and father sighs while mother avoids contact.

"The Espie (is that a word? Idk) kingdom asked for you and their princess to meet in 2 days." He said.

"Oh..okay." I said, slightly disappointed, but not surprised.

I needed to get myself together. Im in love with one guy, and now I have to meet my future wife. Nice timing, universe.

"I'm sorry, son." My mother sighed. "I know that you don't like meeting strangers, and probably marrying them, but you've never tried to meet new people.

"I know, I know." I hated that she was slightly right.

My mom has known that I barely hang out with anyone thats not somewhere in our castle. She means well, but she doesn't know how to properly do anything. She always makes empty promises, one of them being "I'll spend time with you more in the summer." which turned to "I'll send you a letter everyday" but as time went by, we slowly disappeared from each others life, the only thing left were all the memories.

She has travelled to so many places, but I never joined. I let her live her life her way, and in return, she tried her best for me to do the same.

I missed her a lot whenever she'd go away.

I don't know the exact reason why she's always away. Is she running away from her own responsibilities? Or does she simply enjoy travelling? She didn't travel that much when I was a child.

She's definitely not a bad person, but she's far from the best mom.

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I gave a glance at the history genre of my small library, before sighing and slumping down my bed.

"Skeppy." Someone said, but I knew it was Lefie. They were the only one who called me that.

"Hey." I said, giving a soft smile as they gently opened the door. (I don't like the way I typed "gently opened the door" but I will definitely not tell you why.)

"Uh- theres a new letter." They said as I looked down their hand. "Well, letters, actually."

There were three letters in total. I could recognize two of the handwrittings, my combat instructor, and of course, Darryl.

But whos the other one from?

"Hey, um.." They said, seeming to be hiding something from me. I sent a sympathetic look to them. They have never been the best at communicating their feelings, which caused some relationships to be bad, people leaving them, or just others mistreating them without having a clue.

They communicate by body language and physical affection. We have this signs where scratching your left wrists means being uncomfortable, coughing twice meaning wanting to leave, touching your nose thrice means having a bad feeling, but a couple of boops on someones nose doesnt help communicate more complex feelings.

I sit patiently as I wait for them to ease up.

"I feel lonely. I dont know, you're just not around that much. You're either sleeping, reading, or off to who knows where. I just miss you, and stuff." They trailed of as they fidgited with their hands, clothes, just anything. Their gaze was stuck on the floor, like somethings going to pop out of it anytime and eat them alive.

I sighed, I have noticed I have been slightly avoiding socializing, and it did went well, but that doesn't mean it has consquences.

I open up my arms, inviting them for a hug.

Their face lightened up and they jumped in to cuddle me. (This is platonic. I swear, if any of you trash on Lefie, Imma-)

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#lefieprotectionsquad

I have no idea how to write angst. Thats it.

Okay, maybe not-

I am bad at giving characters their own personalities and struggles. Actually good writers, how? hoW?

Also, the plot of this story is just going ⬆️⬇️↗️↖️⬅️↙️⬆️↘️➡️↗️↗️⬅️⬅️⬆️↙️➡️

I actually have a stable plot line but my brain is like noPe LETS DO THIS INSTEAD

1k reads, wtf? Thats a lot of people with either low standards or bad taste. Haha jkjk...sorta

Holy fuckimm still surprised ar the fact that people actually like this stuff

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