Falling In Love

18 - Bumble Bee

i'm having a crisis so i'm gonna write about my fave having a crisis

maybe a trigger warning. rob's havin troubled. he mentions dying.

words: 830
pairing: pooflesssss
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Rob's Point of View:

I sat on the floor in front of the Tv that projected its colours onto the walls of my dark room. My face was covered in wet tears, trickling to my chin and then dropping on the floor. This happened sometimes. Those nights where my mind wanders anywhere but where I want. Those nights where every insecurity plagues my thoughts at once. Those nights where I want to sleep until the sun ceases to rise because sleeping is easier than dealing with this.

An ambulance drove by my house, sirens blaring. I couldn't help but wish it was for me instead.

I sat there until my phone rang. A simple chime that repeated itself over and over until I got so annoyed, I picked it up. I sniffled before pressing the green answer button.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver with a soft voice.

"Rob?"

It was Preston.

"Yeah?" I could feel my nose running, tears still pouring down my cheeks like a storm in springtime.

"You sound like you're crying," His tone softened. I cringed mentally, angry at myself for being to weak.

"It's nothing," I finally replied.

"I'm coming over," He told me.

I shook my head and said, probably too suddenly, "No!"

"Rob, I'll be there in a few minutes," He declared and hung up. The phone slipped from my fingers and I choked out a sob. My throat felt raw. I wanted to end.

My head was resting between my knees when Preston came. He unlocked the door with his pair of keys I gave him when I moved here.

"Oh, Rob," He ran over, crouching next to me. His arms slipped around my neck.

"Go away."

"Rob," He whispered. I didn't want his sympathy. I wanted to be left alone.

Yet I craved more contact. I craved words of comfort and assurance.

I was useless.

"Go."

"What's wrong, Robby?" He asked, sounding almost childish. Innocence laced his voice.

"Stop," I told him painfully because I knew he would persist and this is something I didn't want him to know. Yet, when he moved his arms away to move positions, I wanted them back.

"Come on, Rob, maybe we can work something out if you tell me," His hand was stroking my back in a comforting gesture now. I leaned into his touch, despite my logical thoughts.

"I can't tell you, okay? Because if I tell you, you're going to laugh. You're going to think I'm dumb and I should be grateful for everything I have," I snapped, desperately trying to wipe the tears that continued to fall.

Weak.

"Rob, please tell me. I'm going to accept it," He replied. His voice was a trickling stream, smooth and calming.

"Preston, what makes me different from anyone else?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a man who has a job as a content creator. I drink too much coffee. I play video games. What makes me any different from the other content creators? Hell, what makes me different from anyone else, YouTuber or not?" I all but shouted at him.

"Do you want an answer?" He asked.

It took me a minute to reply, but I said, "No," In the tiny voice.

"Rob," He said my name again. The word falling off his lips like perfection.

"I'm a rose in a sea of roses, I'm a star in a sky of stars, I'm just like everyone else. I haven't done shit in my life. I'm almost halfway through adulthood and I play video games for a living," I cried, running my fingers viciously through my already messy hair.

"Stop," He whispered. He lifted his free hand and pulled my hands away from my head. "You'll hurt yourself."

I looked down. The tears seemed to have finally stopped.

"Look up at me," He told me. I raised my gaze to meet his.

"What?"

"You're a bumble bee in a sea of roses, you're a supernova in a sky of stars, you're special, God damnit Rob, you're so special. You make stupid faces and say silly jokes, and your kindness is almost impossible," He spoke in a strong voice. "Damn it Rob, damn it. Can't you see?"

I felt another tear fall.

"No," My voice was barely above a whisper.

Another tear fell.

And then it was like they never stopped. Like an ocean was emptying itself through my eyes.

"No," I repeated myself, looking up at the ceiling.

I felt a cold hand on my wet cheek, pulling me to look at him. Preston. He was the rays of sunshine after the rain.

"Then open your eyes, bumble bee," He leaned forward, then his lips met my forehead and it was like something changed.

I felt something shift. I felt gold flow through my veins.

"I love you, Robby, you know that, right?"

I nodded, closing my eyes and focusing on the magic surging in my body.

"So much," I heard him mumble. I lay down on my side and my head was gently pulled into his lap.

He was more than just rays of sunshine: he was the sun itself.

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