#evernight fluff

Stelle reached out a hand to you but March gently pulls down her wrist, “You don’t look so good, do you wanna?” March motions to the love seat in the party car but all you feel is a wave of terror washing over you.

“I’m fine.” Gods above, you sound so vitriolic that it even singes your own ears and throat, spitting out like venom. March purses her lips and furrows her eyebrows, and for just a moment her eyes flash a saccharine red. Her beautiful eyes flit between suffocating red and crystalline blue as she watches your throat swallow down whatever hateful thoughts were trying to escape.

Visions flash through your melting brain as you stumble from the party car and into your bedroom. The door opens with a hiss, soothing whatever ails you long enough to jam your palm into the lock button. Constellations twinkled on your ceiling as your own eyesight dims like a dying star.

Seconds bleed into hours as your chest feels like an ever concaving weight is pressed upon you. At one point you had even taken off your clothing to curl into yourself. Someone motherly speaks into your head, cooing sardonically at your behavior, “I knew you’d never amount to anything. One minute exposure to a stellaron beyond Stelle and you’re a mess.”

“I’m not a mess.” A helpless mumble into the chasm of your brain. It registers in your ears as being spoken aloud, but even then it’s so soft, as if you were caressing the words. The voice speaks again but you cannot hear it, all words in and outside your head becoming a muddled mess until there’s a knocking on your door.

The knock comes again, a bit more frantic this time as the handle on your door is jiggled, “Reader?” It’s March, well at least it sounds like her, you don’t know who anyone is anymore. She manages to get through to you, her blue eyes a ruby red now. March (???) crosses the room to kneel beside you, the carper whispering under her weight as she lays a hand on top of your shaking shoulders.

Every touch on your skin burns against you, feeling like dipping your cold toes in hot water too quickly. March watched you flinch from her touch as if she was made of acid, her red eyes now looking at you pityingly, “I’m,” She pauses for a breath, inhaling deeply. “I’m not who you need right now, I know March usually helps you when you are not feeling well.”

You give her a wobbling smile of defeat, “Hi Evernight.” The alternate version of your best friend in the entire world looks back at you sadly. A chaste kiss is pressed into your forehead when she speaks again, barely audible and raspy.

It takes you a second to understand what she says. Your puzzled look and somber eyes are a cue for her to repeat herself again, “I’m here now, you can let it all out.” And you do, tears streaming down your face in disgusting hiccups.

But she’s there, shushing you, rocking you back and forth on your carpet. She asks you about your past, what dreams you have for yourself in the future. Slowly but steadily you come back to how you were before your brain collapsed in on itself, but Evernight was there for every moment of it.

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