lost love

can't sleep

Type started to nod off at his art studio. Since he told tharn about his gallery showing, for the last 2 week's he hadent Been able to sleep.
Annoyed, it was because everytime he did type would have the dream of the aftermath of there breakup.
The past
Type got home with tears over flowing from his eyes.
Dazed he went straight to his bedroom to curl up in the fetal position.
Today was the worst day of types life.
"Why did he break up with me?!" He shouted in his quiet room.
"Why am i not good enough?"
"I thought he..he..He loved."
Type squeezed his eyes tightly shut balling his eyes out.
In essance they were growing slightly apart. Tharn had been pulling away from type, even he made what they had more of a secret, tharn told type they were becoming obvious so they started to hide more.
"Tharn! Tharn! I loved you with all my heart! Why did you do this to me!?"
Type spent the whole night crying his eyes out.
The next week type didn't go to school, didn't take care of himself, didn't eat and barly slept.
Sunday afternoon came around and his mother was there sitting on the edge of the bed, confused, stroking his hair. Type Never told anyone other then his best friend fluke he was dating tharn.
"Honey, can you please tell me what's wrong?"
Type Laid on his side still in a daze.
"Nothing.I'm fine."
His mother took a depressing inhale.
"Type. I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
"Mom. Im fine."
"Honey, you've been in your room for a week. Have you've been eating?"
He nodded.
Type didn't like to lie to his mom. In truth he barly ate anything.
"Type. Tomorrow is school you know you have to go."
Type signed.
"Maybe i should call one of your friends. Fluke? Kao? Tharn?"
Types eyes widen. Then he sat wozzily up to stare angrily at his mother.
"I am not friends with that..."
She leaned back with surprised wide eyes.
Type took a deep breathe in, relaxing his body, he looked down Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. Then he leaned forward to wrap his arms around his mother.
She frowned and wrapped her arms Around him.
"Did something happen romantically with you two?"
Type shook his head still caught in there secret relationship.
"No mom.... He....stopped being my friend because I'm..."
Tida rubbed her hands up and down types back sympathetically.
"Oh type, i thought he didn't care."
Type sniffled.
"Apparently....He.."
Then more tears steamed down his face.
Consoling type, tida was able to lay him back down.
"Im going to make your favorite dish."
"Mom..im...not."
"Type you have to go to school tomorrow. You need to eat. Don't let him make you weak. No friends narrow mindedness is worth it."
Type lightly chuckled.
She patted his head and took her leave.
Type then laid on his back looking to the ceiling.
He took a deep breathe in.
"Tomorrow...will..be...hell."
Then out of no where type ran to the bathroom to throw up.
The next morning he got weakling up taking a shower after a week of laying in his bed.
After he got dressed type went to the kitchen feeling off. Sitting in a chair he saw his breakfest. His stomach felt weird.
Groaning he ate only a few bites. His stomach didn't seem to want it.
Frustrated, he gave up to get up going to the closet getting his jacket and shoes on.
At school type didn't feel well. He didn't want to be there nor did he want to see him.
Just thinking of him made types stomach hurt.
During the weekend type transferred from the one class they shared to another he also blocked him from his phone. 
Walking to his first class type froze in the hallway feeling light headed.
He saw tharn half way down with a girl. She was leaned to the wall smiling adorly up at him and he had his hand to her head pushing the hair away.
Type started to feel very sick.
Hearing a low gasp tharn looked to type, with wide eyes, lips slightly parted.
Type then ran to the side to go straight to the restroom.
He went straight to the toilet throwing up.
Flushing he got up leaving the stall to go straight to the sink, his arms were to the sides, his head hung. He couldn't believe what he saw.
Was that the reason he broke up with him?
Type then started to get dizzy.
Closing his eyes he swayed back and forth.
Hearing the door opened he looked to a blurry figure then his eyes rolled back into his head and type pasted out.
Present
Type kept nodding out.
Kon came in to look directly at type.
Walking to him he stood behind type rubbing his hands to his shoulders.
"Mmm" he smiled.
"Type i know your working hard for this gallery showing, but you need to sleep. Come on let me take you home."
Type put his paint brush down.
He nodded.
Parked in front of his apartment kon took off his seat belt to lean over too take his hand under his chin moving it towards him while type took off his seat belt.
They locked in a kiss.
Type didn't respond. He was too tired and from that dream type couldn't reciprocate.
Kon frown and pulled away.
"You need sleep."
Types eyes darted.
"Im sorry."
Kon leaned back eyes on type.
"Dont apologize. However, i could come up."
Type shook his head.
"No one other then me sleeps at my place."
Kon looked forward a bit frustrated.
Type took a deep breathe in and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
Then he got out.
Once inside he went straight to his bathroom.
Eyes narrowed He looked to his medicine cabinet.
Sighing he grabbed his sleeping pills.
"You need to sleep."
Type hated to take them but he didn't want that dream anymore.
Taking 2 he went to his bedroom getting fuzzy to flop on his bed falling fast asleep. Type after that didn't dream at all.