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It’s okay... It’s okay.... It’s okay....

Seasons are changing...
And waves are crashing...
And stars are falling all for us...

A couple uneventful days passed, Cry showing the Swede around Florida, taking him to the beach, driving him around...
And all the while, Pewdie asked if he was okay. It was nice, really it was, it made Cry’s heart flutter that Pewdie cared about him.
But the butterflies in his stomach always died, and the fluttering ceased when the thoughts passed through his head.
There was one problem with all this, one Pewdie couldn’t even dream of knowing.
Pewdie didn’t love him
He had Marzia...
Cry shook his head lightly, trying to focus on the game in front of him. He and Pewdie were playing Portal 2, a game they used to play together.
“Cry, shoot your portal thingy over on that wall...” Pewdie rambled, instructing Cry, but his head was elsewhere.
He had to stop thinking about it, he had to, or else he might hurt Pewdie again. The thought made him sick, and he glanced over at Pewds.
The cut had been deep, but thin, making it easier to cover. All that was there now was a band-aid.
Every time Cry apologized, Pewdie would just laugh and shake his hand carelessly at the American, telling him it was okay...
But no, it wasn’t okay...
Cry had hurt the one he loved so carelessly, of course Pewdie was hurting him back, but not physically, emotionally.
It didn’t matter, though, he could keep it secret. It would never reach the surface of Cry. “No, right there!” Pewdie said, directing Cry to the correct wall. With a chuckle, Cry smiled. “Sorry, friend.” Pewdie smirked quietly.
“Don’t worry about it, Cry.”
Cry’s smile brightened a bit.
That line, that single, harmless line had so much more meaning than Pewdie meant to him... It helped him a lot. It was painful to admit, but Cry constantly repeated it, whispering to himself whenever “they” tried to take him. Just whispering, the Swede’s memory and beauty coming to his thoughts whenever his insanity tried to take over.
He would sit there, clutching his original Cry mask to his chest and whispering: Don’t worry about it, Cry. Don’t worry about it, Cry...
“Got it!” Pewdie suddenly exclaimed, making the American jump. “Nice one, sir.” Cry cooed, watching the Swede celebrate.
Pewdie laughed, then looked over at Cry, stood up, and pulled the American to his feet. “Whoo!” he yelled, grabbing the American’s arms and dancing around.
How long had they been on that level? Oh, yes, half an hour...
That’s why he was so happy.
Cry chuckled, letting the Swede have his way with him. Then he hugged him.
He didn’t know why; but he did.
It was actually good cover up, for the moment was perfect, and it felt amazing just to embrace Pewdie, even if it was for a minute.
“Cry? What are you doin’, bro...” Pewds murmured, holding his hands up in slight shock.
Cry blinked, then pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, adjusting his mask.
“S-sorry friend, heh heh.” Cry murmured, and Pewdie just laughed. “It’s fine, bro... Are you okay?”
And there it was again: Was Cry okay?
Of course not, but he could at least pretend to make Pewdie stop worrying.
Worry didn’t fit Pewdie.

Days grow longer...
And nights grow shorter..
I can show you I’ll be the one...

Nothing was okay.
Nothing was okay.
Another day passed, and Pewdie was leaving the next morning... No, Cry couldn’t say goodbye.
A good bit had changed, they’d spent the day just telling things about each other, Cry had asked.
Cry told Pewdie about his past and family life, growing up without a dad, an only child, and always pushed away...
As much as he didn’t want to, Pewdie wanted to know. Yes, things had changed between the two... Pewdie understood him.
Even more than he did before, even. But Pewdie had to leave, and take everything that had changed back to Marzia, where he would forget about Cry and continue on with his life until he decided he wanted to talk every few months, or play something.
It was a living hell.
Pewdie had been silent for a few moments now... Did he ask Cry something?
“What?”
“What?”
Pewdie laughed, “I didn’t say anything. Don’t worry about it.” Cry smiled, then nodded.
Right now, this moment was so perfect.
Cry could tell him, right now, but what would he say?
Rejection, of course.
Pewdie had Marzia, Marzia had Pewdie, and Cry was left alone, to watch Pewdie be ripped away from him.
“Hey Cry?”
“Yes?”
Cry blinked, turning his head to look at the Swede. They were sitting on the couch, watching television lazily.
“Is anything wrong? You seem distant...” Pewdie murmured, looking over at the American with a confused expression.
“Yes, everything’s fine, just sad you’ll be leaving so early.” Cry murmured, smiling.
“Cry, can I tell you something?” Pewdie began, casting a downward gaze at the carpeted floor.
This caught Cry’s attention.
The American nodded, pursing his lips. “Alright, what do you want to tell me, friend?” he asked, leaning back into the couch.
A pained expression went across the Swede’s face, and he sighed. “Marzia and I broke up... She didn’t want me to come here.” Pewdie murmured, frowning.
Cry bit the inside of his cheek, his heart pounding against his chest.
What?
“You and Marzia aren’t together anymore?” Cry asked, blinking in shock. He felt for his friend, he really did, but this made him overjoyed.
He held back the smile biting at his lips, and sighed.
“So, she didn’t want you to come, but you did anyway?” he asked, pushing his mask up over his mouth, for it had slid down.
“Yeah. We had a fight, and... I’m sorry I lied to you, Cry.” he trailed off, sighing.
“I’m gonna go to bed, I have to leave pretty early... Goodnight, Cry.” he murmured, standing and stretching, then sauntering off to the guest bedroom.
“W-wait!” Cry said, peering over the back of the couch.
“What is it?” Pewdie replied, peeking his head out from the hallway.
Cry hesitated, then shook his head slowly. “Never mind, goodnight Pewds.” he murmured, turning his gaze back to the television.
Pewdie blinked, then shrugged, continuing to bed. When he heard the door click, and the bed shift, Cry leaned down, putting his face in his hands.
The mask got in his way slightly, but it didn’t matter, he was used to adjusting with it.
“I can’t be the one... I can’t be the one...”

I will never let you fall...
I’ll stand up with you forever...
I’ll be there for you through it all...
Even if saving you sends me to heaven...

Cause’ you’re my... You’re my, my, my... My true love, my whole heart...
Please don’t throw that away.
Cause’ I’m here for you...
Please don’t walk away and...
Please tell me you’ll stay...
Stay...

Use me as you will.
Pull my strings just for a thrill.
And I know I’ll be okay.
Though, my skies are turning grey...

Cry awoke on the couch with a groan of discomfort.
He blinked slowly, one blue eye revealed from behind the mask that was lopsided on his face. He sighed, sitting up slowly.
A dull, grey light shined through the window, indicating it was barely sunrise. He crawled from the couch slowly, rubbing his lower back.
Cry adjusted his mask correctly, and walked down the hall. His room was at the very end, and next to it on the right was Pewdie’s.
He opened Pewdie’s door a crack, peeking in to check on him.
His heart stopped.
Pewdie wasn’t there, nor was any of his luggage, or clothes, or anything.
He had left without a goodbye.
Cry trembled, then closed the door slowly. He turned his back to it, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor.
No...
No.
Cry gripped his mask tightly, trembling.
His fingers and toes twitched, his heart pounded...
No, they weren’t taking him.
He didn’t even have the mask they resided in anymore... Pewdie had taken it and gotten rid of it. Cry never had the heart to do that...
They always promised to be good... But they were liars.
Cry whimpered, standing slowly. He had to find Pewdie, he had to. He swallowed hard, walking his hardest without falling to his car. Pewdie had to have walked, he didn’t have a car. And there were no cabs around here. Cry loaded into his car, his head pounding. He’d fought them before, but never won. The pain behind was eyes was so intense, he cried out, but held it back. He didn’t need this, everything would be okay.
Cry...
No.
Cry... Please...
No.
CRY.
Never...
CRY.
Please, leave me alone...
CRY PLEASE, DON’T IGNORE US.
They shrieked inside his head, and Cry trembled violently. There was no way... But he swallowed. He started the car, pulling from the driveway and down the road, towards the airport. He couldn’t be too far, no-
CRY.
No, he couldn’t have gotten away. If only Cry had woken up when he left, but he was such a damn heavy sleeper.
After five minutes of driving, at fifty in a thirty five lane, he saw him. The blonde Swedish man, a duffle bag thrown over each shoulder.
Cry pulled to a stop behind him, and Pewdie jumped, glancing back.
“Cry?”
By now, Cry felt like his head was going to explode. He swallowed shakily, then jumped out of the car.
“Pewdie...” he murmured, gritting his teeth, “You never said goodbye.”
The look on the Swede’s face broke his heart.
“I couldn’t... Seeing how much me leaving hurt you, I decided-”
“To just leave?! Yes, that would certainly make me feel better, sir!” Cry exclaimed, running up to him.
He let out a moan of discomfort, a strangled gasp escaping his lips.
It hurt so bad...
It hurt to say it...
But I loved him.
“Cry? Cry are you okay!?” Pewdie asked, dropping his bags and stepping towards him.
“Nng...” Cry murmured, holding his head.
So... bad...
“Don’t... leave... me... please...” he whispered, clutching the Swede’s chest. “Do... whatever you want... Just... Don’t go...” he groaned, shaking.
“Okay, Cry! I’m taking you to the hospital... Hang on, I won’t leave...” Pewdie said quickly, wrapping an arm around Cry’s shoulders and guiding him to the car.
He placed the American in the passenger seat, running around the car and getting in, starting the car.
“Please... Tell me you- you’ll stay...” he whispered, trembling,
CRY...
“Tell me!” Cry trembled, his eyes closed tightly, but hidden by the mask.
“Okay! I’ll stay, Cry. I’ll stay.” Pewdie said in a panicked voice, speeding down the road.
He’d seen a hospital, on their way to the beach, but he could hardly remember...
Cry forced a smile, biting his bottom lip.
“Do... whatever you... want... Just stay...” Cry whispered, before slipping unconscious.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
Cry awoke in a cold bed with a sigh, the pain gone.
“Pewww...” he breathed, opening his eyes. But the mesh wasn’t there, like his eye holes had on his mask.
His mask...
It was covering his mouth and nose, but that was it. They had seen his face.
Pewdie had seen his face.
Cry reached a hand up, pushing the mask over his eyes weakly. “Cry? Are you awake?” A voice asked quietly, and the bed shifted. “Cry?”
“Pewww... Die...” he whispered, blinking slowly. He was in a hospital, an I.V. in his arm, pumping fluids in his body.
“Yes Cry... I’m here... Are you okay?” Pewdie whispered. Cry then saw his face.
He looked so tired and stressed, his skin pale and dark circles under his beautiful blue eyes...
And then for once, Cry answered truthfully when he was asked if he was okay.
“So tired... And...” he sighed, waking up a bit better. “And hurt.” he murmured. Pewdie frowned, “You’re hurting? Where? I can get the nur-” Cry shook his head, stopping the Swede from going on.
“I’m not hurting, physically. Emotionally.” he whispered, lowering his eyes.
Pewdie was seated in a plastic chair beside his bed, leaning against the mattress. He leaned forward a bit more, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
“What do you mean?” Pewdie asked quietly, frowning.
“I...”
It hurt to say it...
“I...”
But I loved him.
“I love you.”
Cry blinked in surprise, casting a look at Pewdie.
Pewdie smiled gently, chuckling as he repeated it once more. “I love you, Cry.”
Cry could’ve passed out again, but that would be no good.
“H-huh... Pewdie...” he murmured, in utter shock.
Pewdie loved him?

I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

“I love you, too.”

Description
It’s okay... It’s okay.... It’s okay....

Seasons are changing...
And waves are crashing...
And stars are falling all for us...

A couple uneventful days passed, Cry showing the Swede around Florida, taking him to the beach, driving him around...
And all the while, Pewdie asked if he was okay. It was nice, really it was, it made Cry’s heart flutter that Pewdie cared about him.
But the butterflies in his stomach always died, and the fluttering ceased when the thoughts passed through his head.
There was one problem with all this, one Pewdie couldn’t even dream of knowing.
Pewdie didn’t love him
He had Marzia...
Cry shook his head lightly, trying to focus on the game in front of him. He and Pewdie were playing Portal 2, a game they used to play together.
“Cry, shoot your portal thingy over on that wall...” Pewdie rambled, instructing Cry, but his head was elsewhere.
He had to stop thinking about it, he had to, or else he might hurt Pewdie again. The thought made him sick, and he glanced over at Pewds.
The cut had been deep, but thin, making it easier to cover. All that was there now was a band-aid.
Every time Cry apologized, Pewdie would just laugh and shake his hand carelessly at the American, telling him it was okay...
But no, it wasn’t okay...
Cry had hurt the one he loved so carelessly, of course Pewdie was hurting him back, but not physically, emotionally.
It didn’t matter, though, he could keep it secret. It would never reach the surface of Cry. “No, right there!” Pewdie said, directing Cry to the correct wall. With a chuckle, Cry smiled. “Sorry, friend.” Pewdie smirked quietly.
“Don’t worry about it, Cry.”
Cry’s smile brightened a bit.
That line, that single, harmless line had so much more meaning than Pewdie meant to him... It helped him a lot. It was painful to admit, but Cry constantly repeated it, whispering to himself whenever “they” tried to take him. Just whispering, the Swede’s memory and beauty coming to his thoughts whenever his insanity tried to take over.
He would sit there, clutching his original Cry mask to his chest and whispering: Don’t worry about it, Cry. Don’t worry about it, Cry...
“Got it!” Pewdie suddenly exclaimed, making the American jump. “Nice one, sir.” Cry cooed, watching the Swede celebrate.
Pewdie laughed, then looked over at Cry, stood up, and pulled the American to his feet. “Whoo!” he yelled, grabbing the American’s arms and dancing around.
How long had they been on that level? Oh, yes, half an hour...
That’s why he was so happy.
Cry chuckled, letting the Swede have his way with him. Then he hugged him.
He didn’t know why; but he did.
It was actually good cover up, for the moment was perfect, and it felt amazing just to embrace Pewdie, even if it was for a minute.
“Cry? What are you doin’, bro...” Pewds murmured, holding his hands up in slight shock.
Cry blinked, then pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, adjusting his mask.
“S-sorry friend, heh heh.” Cry murmured, and Pewdie just laughed. “It’s fine, bro... Are you okay?”
And there it was again: Was Cry okay?
Of course not, but he could at least pretend to make Pewdie stop worrying.
Worry didn’t fit Pewdie.

Days grow longer...
And nights grow shorter..
I can show you I’ll be the one...

Nothing was okay.
Nothing was okay.
Another day passed, and Pewdie was leaving the next morning... No, Cry couldn’t say goodbye.
A good bit had changed, they’d spent the day just telling things about each other, Cry had asked.
Cry told Pewdie about his past and family life, growing up without a dad, an only child, and always pushed away...
As much as he didn’t want to, Pewdie wanted to know. Yes, things had changed between the two... Pewdie understood him.
Even more than he did before, even. But Pewdie had to leave, and take everything that had changed back to Marzia, where he would forget about Cry and continue on with his life until he decided he wanted to talk every few months, or play something.
It was a living hell.
Pewdie had been silent for a few moments now... Did he ask Cry something?
“What?”
“What?”
Pewdie laughed, “I didn’t say anything. Don’t worry about it.” Cry smiled, then nodded.
Right now, this moment was so perfect.
Cry could tell him, right now, but what would he say?
Rejection, of course.
Pewdie had Marzia, Marzia had Pewdie, and Cry was left alone, to watch Pewdie be ripped away from him.
“Hey Cry?”
“Yes?”
Cry blinked, turning his head to look at the Swede. They were sitting on the couch, watching television lazily.
“Is anything wrong? You seem distant...” Pewdie murmured, looking over at the American with a confused expression.
“Yes, everything’s fine, just sad you’ll be leaving so early.” Cry murmured, smiling.
“Cry, can I tell you something?” Pewdie began, casting a downward gaze at the carpeted floor.
This caught Cry’s attention.
The American nodded, pursing his lips. “Alright, what do you want to tell me, friend?” he asked, leaning back into the couch.
A pained expression went across the Swede’s face, and he sighed. “Marzia and I broke up... She didn’t want me to come here.” Pewdie murmured, frowning.
Cry bit the inside of his cheek, his heart pounding against his chest.
What?
“You and Marzia aren’t together anymore?” Cry asked, blinking in shock. He felt for his friend, he really did, but this made him overjoyed.
He held back the smile biting at his lips, and sighed.
“So, she didn’t want you to come, but you did anyway?” he asked, pushing his mask up over his mouth, for it had slid down.
“Yeah. We had a fight, and... I’m sorry I lied to you, Cry.” he trailed off, sighing.
“I’m gonna go to bed, I have to leave pretty early... Goodnight, Cry.” he murmured, standing and stretching, then sauntering off to the guest bedroom.
“W-wait!” Cry said, peering over the back of the couch.
“What is it?” Pewdie replied, peeking his head out from the hallway.
Cry hesitated, then shook his head slowly. “Never mind, goodnight Pewds.” he murmured, turning his gaze back to the television.
Pewdie blinked, then shrugged, continuing to bed. When he heard the door click, and the bed shift, Cry leaned down, putting his face in his hands.
The mask got in his way slightly, but it didn’t matter, he was used to adjusting with it.
“I can’t be the one... I can’t be the one...”

I will never let you fall...
I’ll stand up with you forever...
I’ll be there for you through it all...
Even if saving you sends me to heaven...

Cause’ you’re my... You’re my, my, my... My true love, my whole heart...
Please don’t throw that away.
Cause’ I’m here for you...
Please don’t walk away and...
Please tell me you’ll stay...
Stay...

Use me as you will.
Pull my strings just for a thrill.
And I know I’ll be okay.
Though, my skies are turning grey...

Cry awoke on the couch with a groan of discomfort.
He blinked slowly, one blue eye revealed from behind the mask that was lopsided on his face. He sighed, sitting up slowly.
A dull, grey light shined through the window, indicating it was barely sunrise. He crawled from the couch slowly, rubbing his lower back.
Cry adjusted his mask correctly, and walked down the hall. His room was at the very end, and next to it on the right was Pewdie’s.
He opened Pewdie’s door a crack, peeking in to check on him.
His heart stopped.
Pewdie wasn’t there, nor was any of his luggage, or clothes, or anything.
He had left without a goodbye.
Cry trembled, then closed the door slowly. He turned his back to it, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor.
No...
No.
Cry gripped his mask tightly, trembling.
His fingers and toes twitched, his heart pounded...
No, they weren’t taking him.
He didn’t even have the mask they resided in anymore... Pewdie had taken it and gotten rid of it. Cry never had the heart to do that...
They always promised to be good... But they were liars.
Cry whimpered, standing slowly. He had to find Pewdie, he had to. He swallowed hard, walking his hardest without falling to his car. Pewdie had to have walked, he didn’t have a car. And there were no cabs around here. Cry loaded into his car, his head pounding. He’d fought them before, but never won. The pain behind was eyes was so intense, he cried out, but held it back. He didn’t need this, everything would be okay.
Cry...
No.
Cry... Please...
No.
CRY.
Never...
CRY.
Please, leave me alone...
CRY PLEASE, DON’T IGNORE US.
They shrieked inside his head, and Cry trembled violently. There was no way... But he swallowed. He started the car, pulling from the driveway and down the road, towards the airport. He couldn’t be too far, no-
CRY.
No, he couldn’t have gotten away. If only Cry had woken up when he left, but he was such a damn heavy sleeper.
After five minutes of driving, at fifty in a thirty five lane, he saw him. The blonde Swedish man, a duffle bag thrown over each shoulder.
Cry pulled to a stop behind him, and Pewdie jumped, glancing back.
“Cry?”
By now, Cry felt like his head was going to explode. He swallowed shakily, then jumped out of the car.
“Pewdie...” he murmured, gritting his teeth, “You never said goodbye.”
The look on the Swede’s face broke his heart.
“I couldn’t... Seeing how much me leaving hurt you, I decided-”
“To just leave?! Yes, that would certainly make me feel better, sir!” Cry exclaimed, running up to him.
He let out a moan of discomfort, a strangled gasp escaping his lips.
It hurt so bad...
It hurt to say it...
But I loved him.
“Cry? Cry are you okay!?” Pewdie asked, dropping his bags and stepping towards him.
“Nng...” Cry murmured, holding his head.
So... bad...
“Don’t... leave... me... please...” he whispered, clutching the Swede’s chest. “Do... whatever you want... Just... Don’t go...” he groaned, shaking.
“Okay, Cry! I’m taking you to the hospital... Hang on, I won’t leave...” Pewdie said quickly, wrapping an arm around Cry’s shoulders and guiding him to the car.
He placed the American in the passenger seat, running around the car and getting in, starting the car.
“Please... Tell me you- you’ll stay...” he whispered, trembling,
CRY...
“Tell me!” Cry trembled, his eyes closed tightly, but hidden by the mask.
“Okay! I’ll stay, Cry. I’ll stay.” Pewdie said in a panicked voice, speeding down the road.
He’d seen a hospital, on their way to the beach, but he could hardly remember...
Cry forced a smile, biting his bottom lip.
“Do... whatever you... want... Just stay...” Cry whispered, before slipping unconscious.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
Cry awoke in a cold bed with a sigh, the pain gone.
“Pewww...” he breathed, opening his eyes. But the mesh wasn’t there, like his eye holes had on his mask.
His mask...
It was covering his mouth and nose, but that was it. They had seen his face.
Pewdie had seen his face.
Cry reached a hand up, pushing the mask over his eyes weakly. “Cry? Are you awake?” A voice asked quietly, and the bed shifted. “Cry?”
“Pewww... Die...” he whispered, blinking slowly. He was in a hospital, an I.V. in his arm, pumping fluids in his body.
“Yes Cry... I’m here... Are you okay?” Pewdie whispered. Cry then saw his face.
He looked so tired and stressed, his skin pale and dark circles under his beautiful blue eyes...
And then for once, Cry answered truthfully when he was asked if he was okay.
“So tired... And...” he sighed, waking up a bit better. “And hurt.” he murmured. Pewdie frowned, “You’re hurting? Where? I can get the nur-” Cry shook his head, stopping the Swede from going on.
“I’m not hurting, physically. Emotionally.” he whispered, lowering his eyes.
Pewdie was seated in a plastic chair beside his bed, leaning against the mattress. He leaned forward a bit more, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
“What do you mean?” Pewdie asked quietly, frowning.
“I...”
It hurt to say it...
“I...”
But I loved him.
“I love you.”
Cry blinked in surprise, casting a look at Pewdie.
Pewdie smiled gently, chuckling as he repeated it once more. “I love you, Cry.”
Cry could’ve passed out again, but that would be no good.
“H-huh... Pewdie...” he murmured, in utter shock.
Pewdie loved him?

I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

“I love you, too.”