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Forget

Remember part 2

some people have asked me to make another part sooo here it is

...just a general TW/CW for this cuz yeah

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Chosen hated the sound of the rain.

With everything inside of him, he hated it.

It was just a reminder of his pain.

There was the same problem with any other white noise.

White noise was Dark's comfort.

But now Dark was gone and it was Chosen who needed comfort.

But that comfort never came.

Instead it was just more pain.

Everything was was just more pain.

Chosen curled up into a little ball and cried into his knees. 

Why? 

Why did Dark have to die?

Why couldn't this all have been some terrible dream?

Chosen woke up the next day, his head throbbing. The everything was all blurry and his ears were ringing. The world around him was so disorienting, he could barely feel his way into the kitchen and grab the little orange bottle on the counter. He took one look at it before trying to open the bottle with his teeth, and when he was unsuccessful, he just dropped the bottle on the floor. It was fine.

Chosen grabbed a Hot Pocket from the freezer and heated it up for about 30 seconds before forcefully opening the microwave and taking his food out, not caring that it was still a bit icy.

He ate about half of it before sitting down on the couch and staring absentmindedly at the pouring rain, tears streaming down his face, trying so, so hard to just forget about things and be able to fucking move on.

He layed down on the couch and somehow fell asleep.

The next couple weeks went pretty much the same.

Ignore the pain.

Block out the memories.

Forget it.

Forget it.

FORGET.

Darkness fading into light.

Ugh. Another day.

Chosen got up and glanced at his calendar.

'It's been a year already...?,' he thought as he saw "Dark's FUCKING DEATH ANNIVERSARY" written in red letters on the current day. He took a deep breath and took the flowers he had on the nightstand, put on the black and white jacket Dark had got him, and went outside, making sure to slam the door behind him.

The walk to the graveyard was long and miserable. Everything was washing over Chosen faster than he could comprehend. He walked past all the graves, reading everyone's names and somehow feeling pain for every single one of them.

But the pain increased so, so much when he found the gray stone marked "The Dark Lord."

His breaths quick and shaky, Chosen collapsed on the wet grass in front of the grave, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry I let this happen to you," he barely managed to say. And maybe it's because he had been off his medication for a while, or maybe it was just his grief taking over, but somehow, some way, Chosen could've sworn he heard a little whisper say, "I forgive you."