Flaws || A Stony Oneshot

Flaws

Imagine, a distant universe where everything is okay. There's no Alien Armies to fight, no accords to sign.

Imagine a peaceful night, where two lovers are holding hands and laying on their bed, looking up at the stars on their ceiling. Only one lover is looking at their partner, and another is looking at the stars.

"When I die, I want to be up in the stars, so that I can forever watch over you," The man staring at the ceiling of stars smiled, looking towards the man staring at him.

"When you die, It will be the worst thing in the universe, but our time will come. For us to part ways, but I will always love you, even in the stars," The man kissed the other mans forehead, before turning off the projector, leaving the ceiling as black as ones soul.

This was a time when everything was all right, nothing was wrong in their relationship. Until the night where one lover came home drunk, three weeks in a row.

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"Can you stop doing this? It's painful for you and me," The sober man cried, leaving the drunk man alone in the bathroom, throwing up for the fifth time that night.

The drunk man watched the sober man sleeping, and a tear fell from his chocolate eye. What did he do to deserve this? A man that loves him? The drunk man did nothing right, and yet the sober man still loved him.

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"I don't want you to wear your soldier uniform to this party. I swear, if you don't stop with your World War Two antics then I'll have to break up with you," The brown haired man joked, but felt a pang of guilt. The blonde haired man just smiled, and agreed, but in his heart he cried. He wished the brown haired man loved him for him, and didn't care about what he wore to a party. But he felt the need to keep him happy, so he did.

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"I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T TIDY THIS UP I WILL KILL YOU," The brown eyed man screamed down the hall, to where the blue eyed man was standing. He had left his dishes from the previous nights, at the sink, waiting for them to be cleaned up. Now, there was a massive dirty pile at the sink and the brown eyed man was having none of it. He was sick and tired of cleaning up after him, so he left it for the blue eyed man.

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"Oh, please. It's not like you don't come home throwing your entire night into the toilet," The clean shaven man shot at the bearded man. The bearded man stood firmly in front of the clean shaven man, not showing any signs of fear.

"You know, sometimes I wish -"
The bearded man started to say, before he was cut off by the clean shaven man.

"Sometimes I wish you had just died in the cave in Afghanistan," The clean shaven man showed no regret in what he said, and the bearded man felt himself being stabbed in the heart. But still, he showed no sign of fear, but a few tears fell from his eyes.

"Sometimes I wish we never made this relationship work," The bearded man smiled sadly, before leaving the engagement ring on the table and walking out.

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The happy man was surrounded by his friends, and for the first done he could wear his uniform and not be shouted at by his partner. He was in a pub, laughing away and forgetting about the past few months of pain and anger.

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The depressed man sat in his silent mansion, drinking away at his vodka. He wondered what had gone wrong in their relationship, but he knew it was probably for the best. Now, he had no one to love him, no one to be there when he cried. He thought about giving up. He would stare at the glowing light in his chest and considered what the consequences would be. But then he realised, no one would care.

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The crying man stood at the dead mans grave, unable to say one word. He was the only one left at the funeral, the other hundreds of people had already left.

"I don't think you realised, but people do care," The crying man spoke to the dead mans grave.

"I loved your brown hair.
I loved your brown eyes.
I loved your beard.
But most of all," The crying man spoke louder at these last few words.

"I loved you, Tony."