Ranboo shot up, tears streaming from his eyes and down his face. "Not again." he murmured. Rubbing his eyes. He sighed, rubbing his eyes and wiping his face. "Why does it hurt so bad." He turned and flicked on the lamp next to his bed.
He stared at the foot of his hammock. "I miss you Y/N..." he looked over at the closet. He got up and out of his hammock. He walked over to it, opening it up. He grabbed the sketchbook that they'd given him before. He stared down into it. Looking at the art. Tears pricked his eyes as he slowly forgot his dream and tried to get back into reality. But this time is the only time he couldn't get it out of his head.
He sighed, he'll have the same dream for a long time. And he will never forget Y/N.
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Hi shitty end to a shitty story I love you guys.
