This is basically a very, very slow-burn-y fic. They're progressing from friendship to a relationship, and let's just say I didn't realize I would ever publish this until the second I'm writing this and actually it's a very bad idea but I'm doing it anyway. The work will be alternating between Eddy and Brett POV, but Brett's will be his take on the events that will occur in Eddy POV. So. Yeah.
Was he not good enough? Was that why she left him?
Or was he good enough but the other guy was better than him?
Or maybe the guy played violin, piano, and tuba and had been a child prodigy who toured the world and was now a millionare.
Brett sat next to him on the couch, where he'd been sitting for the past half hour thinking up reasons his girlfriend could have said the words she'd said. "Dude, you okay?"
On one test, the group meets a mute fellow examiner. They let him stick around.
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04 Oct 2022
23 Jun 2022
That secret died the night you left me for dead.
CURT closes his eyes. It seems as though he's accepting what's about to happen. Then, he shakes his head.
OWEN is caught off-guard.
No, Owen. I'm not going to let you go. Not without a fight.
Or, a scene rewrite where no one dies for once.
09 Feb 2022
It's Curt, who shakes his head everytime Owen shares his plans, explains that they can leave right here, right now, and no one will ever find them, and they'll be safe, and they'll be free, and they'll be people again.
"But what about other people, O? We have a job to do. Who's going to keep them safe, if we don't?"
And Owen has to fight the urge to slap Curt, to grab him by the shoulders and shake him and scream in his ear, "They're in more danger with us than they are by themselves!"
Or, Owen, always desperate to run, and Curt, always determined to stay.
Title taken from The Fine Print by The Stupendium.
22 Jan 2022
Then, he's awake.
Curt is there at an instant, hand pressed against Owen's chest as if to remind them both of the heartbeat underneath.
"Bad dream?" He frowns, knowing, and Owen doesn't need to reply.
He doesn't have the energy to.
"I fell, again," Owen says simply, and Curt can only nod.
He doesn't say Curt pushed him.
He doesn't say Curt was there at all.
He never tells that particular detail.
Owen's nightmares cause him enough pain for the both of them, and Owen, at least, is more than used to it.
For as long as he's known Curt, for as long as he's woken in the middle of the night with a start, Owen's known all too well that he is going to die, and Curt is going to be the one that gets him killed.
Or, Owen's relationship with death is a strange one.
Title taken from I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers.
Need Something That I Can Confess (Till All My Sleeves Are Stained Red From All The Truth That I've Said) by ConsiderableColors
09 Jan 2022
Owen leans in, kissing him fiercely, and he feels Curt straighten in surprise before kissing back in equal measure.
He pulls away, enjoying the dazed look on Curt's face.
"So," Curt mutters distractedly, "Falling in love, are we?"
"Well, I won't tell if you won't."
"I can work with that."
Or, five times secrets defined Curt and Owen's relationship, and one time secrets saved it.
Title taken from Secrets by OneRepublic.