You heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but you didn't move.
You heard footsteps coming down the hall, but you didn't move.
You heard your door open and then close, but you didn't move.
"(Y/N)?"
You didn't respond.
"I brought you something."
You didn't look.
"I brought you some art supplies."
You still didn't look, but huffed.
"I'll leave them on the desk for you, dear."
You huffed again, acknowledging her statement.
You heard the door open and close, but you didn't move.
Art supplies.
Scratch that, you're moving now.
You stood up from the bed and walked over to the desk that was in your room. Laying in the center of the desk was two sketchbooks: one multi-media, and one watercolor. You didn't normally use watercolors, but you knew that the watercolor sketchbook had thicker pages that kept the art media from bleeding; you could use markers. On top of the sketchbooks, were packs of assorted sketching materials: pencils, erasers, sharpeners, some copic liners, and charcoal pencils, too. Next to these supplies was something that made you want to cry tears of joy.
...
Copics.
All of them. 72 Copic Sketch Markers Sets A, B, C, D, and E!
They spent over two thousand dollars in markers!
For you?
Why even?
Maybe Condie and Doolie weren't so bad after all.
You picked up your new sketchbook and opened it, revealing the crisp white page. You smelled the pages, and damn they smelled good.
You pulled out a pre-sharpened pencil and set it on the paper, drawing light circles, guide lines, and body blocks. You had created a light sketch of the human form, and now you began to place your lines. One after the other, the picture began to come together.
That is, until your pencil broke.
The inspiration fell away as you realized what you had been drawing.
You had been drawing Dave.
You went to pick up the pencil again.
But you didn't feel like drawing anymore.
Instead you sank bank into your bed and went back to your hibernation state, curling your knees your chest and wrapping your arms around them.
Dave's POV
I tried texting her.
But she won't answer.
I know that I said goodbye, but I know she still loves me.
Right?
(Y/N)
please
i need you
talk to me
don't ignore me
i know i did somethings i shouldn't have done
but i still love you
i swear to god i was going to tell you
please
come back
i need you
i miss you
i love you
i know youre mad
and im more mad at myself
i really dont blame you though
i said goodbye
i shouldnt have
She still hasn't responded.
God, what have I done?
I went to a text message where I could actually get an answer.
john
i messed up bro
real bad
What did you do
i said goodbye
to (y/n)
Woah, what???
she found out about my history before i got to tell her
and we got in a fight
Have you tried texting her again?
of course you dipshit
she wont answer
im a bit worried
she shouldve answered by now
I can have Sollux check her phone data and stuff for you
that sounds good
get back to me soon
im worried as shit
Sollux got in
already
Yeah
He says that her phone has been detonated
what???
Sorry, I meant deactivated
you literally just scared me to death
Sorry about that
but she turned it off
Sollux says she or someone reset the phone
why
Because you gave her the phone you turd
that's why
It probably reminded her of you
now I have no way to talk to her
I thought for a moment.
(y/CH), he thought.
There is a way!
I ran over to my computer and turned it on.
But my hope was stopped short when I realized she doesn't have a pesterchum app if she doesn't have her phone.
But she might have a computer.
The computer turned on and I rushed to open pesterchum. I tried to 'pester' her.
Error: Account Not Found
Wait, what?
No!
I punched my computer screen and shattered it. Some of the plastic-y shards stuck in my kunckles. I plucked them out, one by one.
I texted John again.
damn
she deleted her pesterchum too
and i just broke my computer
the computer screen is in my knuckles
why are you so hard headed
im gonna sleep now
Okay
stay out of that liquor
I sighed and flopped onto my bed. I took a look at the clear liquid bottle. I had boughten another.
But I shoved it off of the bed.
(Y/N) wouldn't be very happy with me.
If only she were here.