I'm tired of living like this...

      When Error first founded his group of hooligans, I was the very first in it. They mocked everyone they didn’t like, sometimes each other, but it was already in a friendly way. Then by 10th grade the company fell apart. After all, everyone left school after 9th grade. And so, out of 24 people, we only had 11 people left in the class. The whole group left school except us. And then on March 27 we started dating. Everything was fine until someone appeared in your life, replacing me completely... You spent all your time with him and not with me. But not in the willow, but in correspondence. He often ignored my problems and drove me into complexes. But I had no idea that you were cheating on me... You just started going to “work.” I believed that you were just very busy because of work...       Killer: - Error... I really don’t understand what to do next... Blue was my friend, and then he exchanged him for Fell...       Error: - yeah.       Killer: - I would understand him... But he just went and destroyed our 12-year friendship...       Error: - cool       Killer: - and then again... Wait, what? Are you even listening to me?       Error: - well done.       The whole time they were walking, Error was sitting on the phone and texting with someone, which Killer didn’t notice.       Killer: - Error! Put your phone down for at least five minutes!       Error: - super.       Killer: - Error!!!       The killer didn't hit Error too hard, which is why he still looked up from his phone.       Error: - And why did you hit me?       Killer: - You didn't listen to me! Who are you corresponding with so much that he is more important to you than me?       Error: - I don’t correspond with anyone. And it's time for me to go home.       Killer: - why?       Error: - things have appeared.       Killer: - maybe we can at least come to my place for tea?       Error: - no.       Error left, leaving Killer standing alone on the street.       Killer: - ... Maybe he's really busy with something? Although... It's my birthday tomorrow. Maybe he wants to give me a gift?       Killer went to his home, where he cooked the cake until late at night. He wants to invite Horror, Dust, Knightmare, Cross, Error to the holiday. Everyone who was in their company. As soon as the cake was ready, Killer fell into his room to sleep...

In the morning

      Getting up as soon as the sun rose, Killer began preparing dishes for the holiday. Potatoes with meat, Olivier salad, crab salad, herring under a fur coat, soup, compote, fish. There was a lot more, because Killer knew how a couple of his comrades like to eat everything in a couple of minutes. He finished it just in time for 12 o'clock. Having invited everyone to the birthday party, Killer began trying to reach Error. The beeps kept coming and going, but the subscriber did not pick up the phone. The doorbell rang, and the killer put the phone aside and went to open it and let the guests into the house.                   Everyone came except Error...       Killer: - maybe he will come later?       Dust: - who?       Horror: - wow, what a table! How long did it take you to prepare this?       Killer: - Yes, just a couple of hours. Sit down for now.       Nightmare: - Congratulations on your birthday, by the way, where is Error? I thought you started living together.       Killer: - I don’t know where he is. Doesn't pick up the phone and doesn't respond to messages.       Cross: - Strange, it doesn't look like him.       Horror: - we bought you gifts! I completely forgot about them!       Killer: - there was no need, it’s a gift for me that you came.       Cross: - I don’t know anything.       Everyone took turns giving Killer gifts. Nightmare gave Killer a jacket with knives, Dust gave him a mug, Cross gave him a toy, Horror gave him soft slippers.       Killer: - My God, thank you! I'm so happy!       Killer hugged everyone and soon sat down at the table. So an hour passed, two, four... And still there was no sign of Error. No message, no call. Evening. The guests have already left, but still nothing from Error. There isn't even a congratulations message. Killer was very worried about his boyfriend. This never happened before... Maybe he just forgot.? After dialing Error again, they finally picked up.       Error: - What do you want?       Killer: - Error! Where are you? How are you Why didn't you pick up the phone?       Error: - because I didn’t want to talk to the fat boar.       Killer: -... In what sense..?       Error: - Literally Killer! You've gained too much weight! You have it! Belly like a pregnant woman!       Killer: - ...B-but today is my birthday... Could you at least be not so rude..?       Error: - I don’t care what day it is! If you don’t lose weight properly, then everyone will definitely leave you! Do you think anyone needs a fat boar like you?! I talked to Blue today and he said that's why he left you! I still endure, but my patience does not last forever!       Killer: -...       Killer disconnected from the call and turned off the phone. Falling to the floor in tears, Kill began to cry, trying to calm himself down. These words settled heavily in my soul. They cut his soul the same way a sharp knife cuts a cake. Grabbing his hair, he continued to roar, trying to tear it out. He spent the whole night on the bed and roared.

Morning

      Killer looked in the mirror, seeing disgust in himself. Taking the knife lying on the nightstand, he began to try to cut his neck. A piece of the soul wanted to live, so it did not allow it to be completely cut. Suddenly, someone called on the phone. Taking it in his hands and seeing the inscription “bro Nightmare” there, Killer picked up the phone.       Killer: - Hello..?       Nightmare: - Hello, listen. Shall we go for a walk?       Killer: - I don’t know... I’m not in the mood...       Nightmare: - Why so? Did you quarrel with Error?       Killer: - Yes... Very much...       Nightmare: - Okay, let me come to you?       Killer: - ... Come on...       Nightmare: - Okay, I’ll be there in 2 minutes       Nightmare passed out, and Killer continued to look at himself in the mirror with a knife in his hand. Maybe it's not so bad after all..? Maybe he's handsome..? No. Error couldn't lie... The doorbell rang, so Killer went to open it. Opening the door, your gaze is immediately drawn to a huge bouquet of yellow and purple daisies. His favorite flowers.       Nightmare: - Heh, I decided to cheer you up with flowers. I remember that they are your favorite.       Killer: - but they are so expensive...       Nightmare: - money doesn’t matter. The main thing is that you are in a good mood.       Killer smiled gently and let Nightmare into the house, took the bouquet and put it in a vase.       Nightmare: - so why did you quarrel with Error?       Killer: - He... He constantly ignores me... He doesn’t answer the message. And yesterday it was like that... He shouted at me and said that I was a fat boar...       Nightmare: - what a goat. Don't listen to him, he's just an idiot.       Nightmare hugged Killer and began stroking his back. The killer could not hold back his tears and therefore burst into tears.       Killer: - I love him, but it’s like he hates me....       Nightmare: - Do you want me to beat him?       Killer: - No, you will suffer too. Yes, and I still love him...       Nightmare: - Killer, you understand that this is a signal that you are not important to Error.       Killer: - Yes, I understand that... but I can’t leave him...       Nightmare: - Killer-       He was interrupted by a loud message on his phone. After checking it, it turned out that it was a photo. And the photo is not the best... His brother Dream took a photo of his friends kissing, and as it turned out, these friends were Error and Inc...       Nightmare: - damn...       Killer: - What's there?       Noticing that in the photo Killer fell into a stupor. No. This can’t be... Error can’t...       Nightmare: - well, what a bastard, of course! I’ll go and break his face right now.       Nightmare put on his shoes and left the house, leaving Killer alone. The killer stood in bewilderment. Error is cheating on him... It was three knives to the soul at once.       Killer: - No no no!       The killer fell to the floor and cried harder. Remembering the knife, he took it and put it to the soul. Having thrust the knife into his soul, the killer closed his eyes.       Killer: - I can’t do this anymore... Forgive me everyone...       The Killer smiled and pulled the knife from the soul, which immediately cracked and fell apart. 15 minutes later he died from loss of blood...

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      A year has passed. The killer was buried by friends, since there were no relatives. They erected a beautiful monument to him, with a photograph from the 9th grade. The only photo of him that he loved. Nightmare could not calmly look at Error after that. Killer was his best friend, like a second younger brother. He grieved greatly after his death, and on the 39th day after Kill's death, Nightmare was hit by a car and killed. But despite this, everyone believes that Knight and Killer are in heaven together.       Error, despite the death of his “boyfriend,” was in a great mood. He was fine, and Killer’s death didn’t bother him in any way. Dream missed Nightmare very much, and every week he came to him, brought flowers, sweets, and cleaned up the grave. So Killer and Nightmare lived in the sky, happily ever after...