dry your tears, fake a smile.

I woke up to the sound of shufling. I was expecting it to be mel waking up, but i was hugely mistaken when the blurriness disappeared and saw we were at my house, not the hospital.

"damn tone! Way to sleep a hangover off! Anyways, vic and i were going for something to eat, since your house has literaly nothing, i say nothing to eat. Care to join?"

"what hangover are you talking about mike? And why are we at my house?"

"what do you mean, 'why are we at my house?' We slept over yesterday from the huge party that went off at yours last night! Insane!"

"what are you talking about? We were at the hospital with mel, the last thing i remember was blacking out, so i expected to be at a hospital bed or besides her."

"tone, what the fuck are you talking about? Who is mel anyways? And what hospital are you talking about?"

"dude?! Mel? Our mel? MY mel? Melodee ashton? The sweet girl? Stop acting stupid mike, grab the keys and lets go, she must be alone bored out of her mind eating shitty hospital gel-o"

"i'm not kidding, we don't know any Melodee ashton. It must have been a dream tone,or you might just be plain crazy. you slept an entire day anyways!! Don't doubt it since you almost drank all our booze in like 2 hours! now do you want to come with vic and i to the store or what? Want me to bring some aspirin?"

"dude, stop fucking around and get vic, we're going to see mel, right now's not the time to mess around since she's been in a coma for a 2 months already. And don't you fucking dare think i'll let the docs pull the plug. You already know the answer."

"tone shut the fuck up and stop acting like a fucking bastard! Now do. You want to come with or not! I'm hungry and i don't feel like dealing with you today."

i was getting mad since mikey here decides to play stupid, knowing that mel is not in such a good condition and she's been on life support for 2 months already. I still have hope that she'll one day open her eye lids, granting me permission to dive into her chocolate orbs once again. I won't lose hope.

"seriously getting tired of your shit here mike, now give me the keys if you don't want to go and stop acting stupid, you're making yourself look shittier than you are. I knew you never cared for mel. Shitty friend you are."

"for the last time tone!! There is no melodee ashton! Look it up in the yellow book if you want too! That name doesn't even exist!"

then i remembered the pictures i have of us together in my room. I bolted from the couch up the stairs, determined to prove mike wrong. I know it is real. Mel does exist and mike's just a bastard.

when i arrived at my room i went straight to the drawers where i have a bunch. I opened them to to see nothing but clothes. I moved the clothes around and still no pictures. I went to see the restroom door, where i had carved mel and i's names in a heart. Cheesy, i know, but one does the stupidest things when in love. I serached all through the door, and no sign of a carving.

As tears stained my hot cheeks, leaving a glossy trail behind each one,it hit me.

there is no Melodee Ashton. She was just a beautiful dream my mind had made up. But it felt so real; all of the memories we had together, sad, happy. All of the times we'd spend together, all of the wasted nights spent together cuddling and watching star wars marathons. They never happened. All of those time i'd hold her tight against my body, wiping her tears away, or all of the fights we'd have ; friendly or not. They never happened. The butterflies that flapped in my stomach at the sight of her beautiful smile, or the hotness of my cheeks at the mention of her name; they were all a lie, a lie made up by my own mind.

"you found anything?" I heard mike say from the door.

i started punching the walls, throwing everything i could get my hands on towards them.

"Tony stop! What are you doing?" Mike tried forcing me to calm down, wrapping his arms around me like a snake's body on it's prey, but i overpowered him and sent him straight through the door into the hallway with a push. All of the vases and glass material products in my room were shatered to pieces, leaving me curled up on the floor, crying frantically at all of the memories, or so i thought, of a beautiful girl who i never trully met.

Mike decided to give me some time alone and waited downstairs with vic.

After that, i cried myself into a small slumber.

Notes

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