I'm tired of living like this...

Part 1

(14.04.2024)

(Rewritten.)

(There's going to be a good ending here.)

      Do you remember when you started your band in high school? That's when we met. And remember when we started dating? No, you won't remember. You won't tell me what date it happened, because there's someone more important to you than me. Do you remember how we spent our time together at school? You don't remember, but I do remember you starting a bully group in sixth form. Me, you, Nightmare, Dust, Horror and Cross. And do you remember how the group broke up in 10th grade, because everyone left after 9th grade, and there were 9 of us instead of 30? Do you remember what date we started seeing each other? No, I do. On the 27th of March, I confessed my feelings to you, and you reciprocated. But then. Honey, what changed in you so much that we went from being a comfortable and sweet couple to almost strangers to each other? I may not have noticed it before, but I see it now. Someone's texting you day and night. Why don't you tell me who it is? Maybe I'm imagining it. But I'm not imagining it, I've seen messages from someone. Maybe it's your friends. It doesn't matter. You still have someone. Someone else, someone more important than me. And every time I see you texting someone, it hurts. You could spend half a day with me, not someone on the internet. Why do you keep spending time with him or her and not me? Maybe I should change something about myself. Tell me, please don't be silent. I can't stand you ignoring me....       It's raining outside. There's hardly any people out because it's Monday, 12 o'clock in the afternoon. Except there are two guys walking down the street, one of whom is talking about something and the other is just texting on the phone with someone.       Killer: - Error, I don't understand why Blue stopped talking to me? I mean, we've been friends for over 12 years. Maybe it's Fell. Maybe he's got Blue on edge again. Or maybe it's me and I did something wrong.       The other boy just walked on in silence, still texting. He didn't care about anything but the response of the person behind the screen.       Error: - Yeah.       Killer: - I don't understand... Come over here and talk to me! Why cut off our entire friendship so abruptly? Explain the situation, tell me what I did wrong. But no! He just didn't say anything!       Error: Great.       Killer: - Maybe I shouldn't have told him about that Color, and he just thought I had another best friend?       Error: - Maybe.       Killer: - But how could he think of me? I would never replace him with someone       Error: - Good for you.       Killer: - I don't get it, really.... And what do you mean, good for you? Are you listening to me?       Error: - Yes.       Killer: - Then what did I just say?       Error: - Sure.       The guy with red hair stopped, realizing that it looked like he wasn't being listened to again. He looked at his boyfriend for a long time, who continued to say one or three words a minute and walked on looking at the phone, not noticing that his interlocutor was already far behind him. Killer didn't understand why this someone on the phone was more important than him. He stood still for a while, and noticing that Error, his boyfriend, had already gone round the corner, decided to call him. Dialing the phone number, Killer listened to long beeps until the phone was picked up.       Error: - Hello?       Killer: - Error, is there anything bothering you?       Error: - No, like what?       Killer: - Like the fact that you've been walking by yourself for about 10 minutes, staring at your phone without noticing anything around you!       Error: - Oh, and I was wondering why it's so quiet...       Killer: - So I'm just noise to you?       Error: - Of course. I mean, I'm not.       Killer: - Get back here, and when you switch off your phone, we'll keep walking.       Error: - Killer, okay come on, I should be getting home by now.       Killer: - Why?       Error: - Something urgent came up. Goodbye.       The tube was dropped and Killer was left standing alone in complete silence on the street. He stood for a while longer and then went to his house. To hell with it. It would be Killer's birthday tomorrow anyway, and he'd be sure to come. At least there they would spend time together, with their former band. Killer came home, and after he changed his clothes, he collapsed on the couch to watch TV. The cake didn't need to be cooked, it just stood in the fridge, waiting to be taken out. "Chocolate Prince", a truly unforgettable cake tastes unforgettable, so Killer always buys it for some holidays. At their shop called "Dim Culinary", near their house, this cake is the most delicious. Killer even once tried to ask what they add to this cake that makes it so much tastier than in other shops like "Vulik", "Sylpo", or the same "Visit", to which he received the answer "We only add a little more special chocolate of our production, which is so loved by our customers". That's too obvious an answer, Killer thought. Anyway, the cake is tasty and not expensive, and that's the main thing.         The news was about the weather, and his favorite TV channel, "Some Shit", as he liked to call it because he couldn't read its name, was playing another episode of Agatha Christie's Poirot. He often watched this "show" but then it just got boring, because the episodes were repeated and it was not interesting to watch. But when he flicked on the channel with "Simeyni Melodrami", he decided to stop his choice on it, because watching how there all quarrel with each other, breaking dishes, break up and then again come together, it was very funny. After watching that shit for a long time, he decided it would be better to sit in a TikTok than to watch it.       And that's how his day went. He sat in TikTok, YouTube, Sometimes just staring at the ceiling, and then went to bed.

In the morning.

      Killer got out of bed, and posihaya from fatigue in the body, already thought not to invite anyone to his birthday, as suddenly the doorbell rang. Killer went to the door, and looking through the peephole saw his friend Nightmare with a huge box and a big bouquet of flowers.       Opening the door, Killer was hit in the nose by the smell of his favorite flowers, Red Spider Lilies. Killer always didn't care about their meaning, he adored these flowers, so whenever the opportunity arose he bought them.       Killer: - Hey, Nightmare. Why are you here so early? You've got work to do.       Nightmare: - I couldn't miss my best friend's birthday, so I took the day off. Your favorite flowers, by the way.       Killer: - They're expensive. But thank you, it's my pleasure. How many are there?       Nightmare: - 21 of them.       Killer began to calculate how much this bouquet could cost, because these flowers are impossible to get in their city, here the environment is not suitable for them. It was necessary to buy them somehow, to grow and to maintain a certain temperature.....       Killer: - Nightmare, I don't remember you saying you became an oligarch.       Nightmare: - What do you mean?       Killer: - If I've calculated it correctly, one flower comes out 800 hryvnias, as they have to buy, grow, etc., you bought 21 of them. So I'll repeat the question. Are you an oligarch that you can afford to buy a bouquet for 16 800 hryvnias?       Nightmare: - I'll always have money for you. Especially on your birthday.       Killer: - I don't even get gifts like that from Error...... Never.       Nightmare: - Well, who's his doctor that he can't find a job?       Killer: - He's trying to find one. Okay, come on in, but I haven't cooked anything yet, so you'll be hungry for a while.       Nightmare: - Killer, who do you think I am? Me, a chef in a high-end restaurant, and I haven't cooked something delicious for my friend's birthday?       Killer: - I'm afraid I only have a cake in the fridge and one capelin somewhere shrunken lonely in a corner because I haven't gone grocery shopping yet.       Nightmare: - Did I say I'd be cooking? I think I said what I cooked.       Nightmare made his way into the flat, and placed the bouquet in the vase Killer had prepared. Afterwards, he dragged several large boxes into the house.       Killer: - Are you moving in with me?       Nightmare: - No. In the first half of the boxes is the food I took with me, and in the other half are presents       Killer: - The best present for me was that you came and that you bought me my favorite flowers.       Nightmare: - But still, flowers are flowers, gifts are gifts, and I can come to you whenever you ask me to.       Killer: - So, you say you don't have a boyfriend yet?       Nightmare: - Yes, but I wouldn't mind if you did.)       Killer: - Nightmare, we've talked about this.       Nightmare: - I'm just kidding. Now, where's your desk?       Killer: - How many of us are there gonna be?       Nightmare: - That's actually for me to ask. But Dream, Colour, Outer, Ink, Dust, Cross, Horror, and someone else have promised to come....       Killer: - Well, Error has to be there. But I was counting on six people including me and Error, and we're down to 10.       Nightmare: - Come on.       Killer: - I'm serious. I'm just sore all over, it hurts to stand for long periods of time, and there's no room for everyone.       Nightmare: - Well, I can give you a massage for your body aches, and we'll find a place.       Killer: - I'm afraid Error will be jealous of me getting a massage from someone other than him.       Nightmare: - Anyway, as I understand it, he's not here.       Killer: - You're right about that. He's been kind of weird. Always on his phone, not paying attention to me. I feel bad about it.       Nightmare: - Well, maybe he's just trying to find a job.       While they were talking, Nightmare spread the table and put all the dishes he had prepared on it.       Killer: - How long have you been cooking this?       Nightmare: - Hmm. just about three hours. It's not that big of a deal.       Killer: - Are you kidding? This is the first food I've ever seen in my life.       Nightmare: - That means you're gonna have to come to my restaurant at least once.       Killer: - You work in a very expensive restaurant. I don't have that kind of money.       Nightmare: - So you'll go out on me       Killer: - I'm not comfortable going to your restaurant on you.       Nightmare: - Not comfortable sleeping on the ceiling. Okay, that's not what we're talking about right now. Ahem. I'd like to wish you a happy birthday, and wish you and Error a happy birthday.       Killer: - Thank you, but I think you've already wished me happy birthday with flowers, presents, food and the fact that you're here.       Nightmare: - I've already said flowers are flowers, presents are presents, food is food, I'm me and congratulations are mandatory anyway. All right, let me give you a massage for now.              And so half the day went by. Killer and Nightmare decorated the house, then Nightmare gave Killer a massage, and then they watched TV together and waited for everyone.       The clock struck exactly 6:00 p.m. There, everyone was already at the table except for two people. Ink and Error. Killer was a little upset that his boyfriend didn't come, even when he called, the phone was hung up, or "The subscriber is not in the network at the moment, try again later". It was all suspicious. Everyone was happily discussing something, but not Killer. He was looking at the front door, waiting for the doorbell to ring, but there was no bell or knock.       After a while everyone noticed that Killer was sitting frustrated and looking at the door, then the room hung in sepulchral silence and tension. Cross, Horror, Dust, Color, Outer, Dream and Nightmare listened to the clock ticking in palpable tension, then Nightmare interrupted the silence with a question.       Nightmare: - Killer, is something wrong? Why have you been staring at the door for half an hour?       Killer: - I'm worried about my boyfriend, Error, not showing up. What if he forgot about me?       Dream: - Error's been dating Ink for half a year now, hasn't he?       And then the room fell into not just silence, but a super tense silence. Everyone was looking at Dream now.       Dream: - Oh....       Killer: - You mean Error and Ink are dating?       Dream: - I.... I'm.... Never mind, I was joking....       Killer: - You said A, you said B.       Dream: - I was asked not to talk about it... But Error and Ink have been dating for six months, and Ink kind of--       Killer: - That bastard! If I see him, I'll kill him right away!       Dream: - "That's why they told me not to tell...."       Killer: - Error's sleeping with Ink?       Dream: - .... I'm not going to tell...       Outer: - Dream, talk already!       Color: - Yes! Don't take too long!       Dream: - Error and Ink are sleeping together and they're having a baby!       Dream wouldn't have spoken if he hadn't seen the frying pan in Killer's hands. Now the tension hung in the room once again.       Killer: - Alright, let Error live a little longer tonight, that fucking cable. Let's keep celebrating.       Of course they continued to celebrate, but now there was a heavy maelstrom on everyone's mind. So the evening passed, and when everyone was leaving, Nightmare and Dream were the last to leave. Killer was thinking about Error and his betrayal, and an idea came to him.       Killer: - Nightmare, please stay.       Nightmare: - All right, Killer. Dream, go home alone, the taxi is already in the yard.       Dream: - All right. How will you get home?       Nightmare: - I'll figure it out later.       Dream looked first at Nightmare and then at Killer. After that he went outside and got into a taxi and left.       When the front door closed, Killer walked up to Nightmare and looked him in the eyes for a long time, then kissed him. Nightmare was shocked, but didn't refuse. It was something he wanted so badly. Their kiss lasted about a minute, after which Killer pulled away from Nightmare slightly.       Nightmare: - And what was that all about?       Killer: - Since Error found himself another bitch, I think I need to find myself a new boyfriend. You don't mind being him?       Nightmare: - I'm all for it, my love. Can we continue our kiss then, just in the bedroom?)       Killer: - Maybe, but first we'll clean up after the guests.       Nightmare: - Okay.       Nightmare went back to the hall, and began to clean up the plates and take them to the smithy, where Killer washed them and put them back. After the plates, Nightmare started putting away cutlery, napkins, food, crumbs and sweeping up. Killer, on the other hand, washed the dishes, put all the food in the fridge, and stashed the table.       After cleaning up, Killer was immediately dragged into the bedroom, fell on the bed and began kissing passionately. Nightmare began undressing Killer and himself, continuing to leave warm kisses on his body.       Nightmare: - Es una noche que siempre recordarás, cariño. (This is a night you'll remember forever, sweetie).       Killler: - What?       Nightmare: - Nothing.       After that, the lovemaking continued all night in various positions. And so they only finished by 6am, when Nightmare had to get ready for work.       Breathing heavily, Nightmare looked at his watch, noticing that it was already the beginning of 7 o'clock.       Nightmare: - Shit, I already have to get ready for work....       Killer: - Gh~... And you haven't even had time to rest yet....       Nightmare: - it's nothing, I'm afraid I have to leave such a sweet and warm body alone.       Killer: - Don't worry, my warm body will be hot by the time you get here)       Nightmare: - I hope so. All right, I've got to get ready. Don't make dinner, I'll make it myself after work.       Killer: - Okay, romantic.       Nightmare got dressed and kissed Killer goodbye and left for work.

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      That same day, Killer left Error, and decided to start a new life with a clean slate, together with Nightmare. A few years later, they married and had a son, whom they decided to name Crescent.       Error and Ink, Horror and Dust, Dream and Cross, and Outer and Color got married as well. Error had 2 sons, Horror had 3, Dream had 1 son and 1 daughter, and Outer had no children. And so all lived happily ever after....

©I'm tired of living like this, something drastic has to change, and I've done it.

      sorry if there are any mistakes;(