"Once there was a man. This man, was no ordinary man, he had a dream. A dream, that he got so obsessed over, he slowly inched his way from reality."
"He would always talk about it with his friends. "What was your dream about?" they always would ask. He would just sake his head and say, "Sorry, I cant tell you. Its a secret.'"
"His friends would never question him after. They know better. But, of course, they were worried. They noticed their friend is slowly moving away from reality. But, they never brought it up."
"They also noticed, that he never talked about his dream in front of his best friend. They had theories on why that is. But they never thought of it as true."
"One day, the man was feeling more happier then normal. He just spent the whole day with his best friend online. "This is the best day of my life!" he said happily as he tucked himself in bed."
"He woke up in the morning more happier then he was last night. Getting out of bed with the biggest smile on his face, he happily skipped to his work room to grab his phone. To his surprise, he noticed he got MILLIONS of notifications from his friends and Twitter."
"Out of overwhelming curiosity, he went on Twitter to see what he missed while he slept. "Omg, Congrats man!" "Dude, Im so happy for you! Congrats!" "They grow up so fast😭! congratulations btw!'"
"Of course, the man had no idea what happened last night. But, he was to determine to find out. "Guys, i have a good feeling about tonight! Wish me luck!" his best friend tweeted out minutes after he went to sleep."
"'What? What does he mean?' He asked himself, more out of nervousness then curiosity. The man clicked on the tweet, liking it (Which he does all the time when his friend tweets), then clicking his profile..."
"His heart shattered."
"He couldn't believe his eyes. The first tweet, which was pinned to the top of his profile, said,
"YES! SHE SAID YES!" That wasn't all, there was a picture of a girl, with an engagement ring on."
"The now heartbroken man sits in his chair, holding back the painful tears threatening to come pouring down like a bad thunderstorm. He was so happy for his friend. At the same time, he was sad. Heartbroken. He loved his best friend. More then "friend" love. He didnt care if he sounded gay, because he WAS gay."
"For weeks, his friends didn't hear from him. They texted him. Called him. Even skyped him. But, he never answered. His friends where worried. After a mouth of worry and panic, the mans mother called his best friend. When he got the call, he was fucking terrified."
"The mans best friend was so terrified. When he first found out his friend wasn't answering anything, he almost cried. His friends meant the world to him. He WAS his best friend after all. Now getting a call from his MOTHER, he knows something bad happened."
"With shaken hands, he slowly picked up the phone. He glanced at his at his few friends that where in a skype call with him, before answering his phone."
"'Hello?" he said in a shaken voice. His thick Irish accent covered his hicked breaths. But, his friends could see the tears sparked in his eyes, ready to stream down like a waterfall, when he hears the words he fears to hear."
"'Um, are you my sons best friend? I looked on his phone and, your phone number was the first one on there." "Ye-Yes Im am." he said. "Well.." a sniff was heard from the other line. "I-I have some, very bad news.'"
"He put the mans mother on speaker phone so his friends could hear. The women was right. After the call, most of his friends were crying..."
"A week passes, and it was the saddest week for the mans friends, family, and 18.5 million people."
"'Today, we all are gathered here, to honor the death of 'sniff' my dear son, a good friend, and a successful young man. He was talented, loving, playful, 'sniff', and sorta lazy 'fake chuckle'. He was loved by everyone here. It's so sad to see him go so early in life. 'Sniff' Before he 'pause' died, he left a note, but, I have no right, to read it. Its not to me, nor his mother."
"A thick silence ripples through the crowd, waiting for the father to say who its for. "But to his dear friend." He points to the mans best friend, who slowly gets up. His face was emotionless, with very large bags under his dull eyes. He hasn't sleep a wink the week since the "news"."
"He slowly walks up to the father, grabbing the note with shaking hands. The mans dad leaves the stand, letting the grief strikin' man. He goes to the mic slowly. Not wanting to read the damned letter."
"He reads it anyway."
"The mans best friend sinks to the ground as he reads the letter, tears streaming down his face. He grits his teeth with sadness and frustration. It was until he got to one part, were he broke down."
"'I was a pussy for not telling you this sooner, but... I love you. I always have. I was to stupid and blind to realize that you were taken.
I was, Lost In A Dream.'"
"The man snapped."
"He through himself on his deceased friends' coffin, screaming, "IM SORRY! IM SORRY! PLEASE! PLEASE! IM SORRY! PLEASE! COME BACK! I LOVE YOU TOO! IM SORRY!'"
"The mans best friend never got married. He couldn't take care himself anymore ether. The poor man was so mentally damaged by his best friends death, he was put in a Mental Heath Institution for almost a year."
"He was never the same again."
"Lost In A Dream"
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"So, there you go guys!"
"That was the end of my very long and depressing story, or, fanfic. What the fuck you fan girls want to call it."
"You wanna know the best about this story?"
"Half of it was true."
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A/N
Okay fangirls and boys stop your crying. Its over, its over, dont worry. This was way sadder then i expected, so, i'm soooo sorry about that! But, if your still confused on how I wrote this story, then heres a jist of it,
Nogla just proposed to his girlfriend (Forgot her name and im to lazy to go on Twitter i find out) and tweets about it when she says yes. Lui finds out and is heartbroken. Instead of telling Nogla, he decided to tweet a story about the whole thing (Thats way everything is in quotations). Once he finishes the story with, "Half of it was true." he grabs a gun, loaded and ready, and shoots himself.
Oh, and the music video is there cause i thing it sets the mood of the whole story. I was listening to music while writing this, so when the song came on, i thought it set a mood.
So, thats its. No more sad story k?
(Also, I got the idea to write this when Daithi sent a song on Twitter to his girlfriend...)
