#spewart

Dear Dieter

He drew a breath of the bitter air as his eyes settled on the brick walls of the alleyway. This was the place where it all happened. It felt so long ago... The thought of it didn't seem nearly as disturbing compared to back then, though he wasn't sure why he felt the need to come here. Closure, he assumed. His mind could rid of that rotter known as... Ha! For a moment, he forgot his name. Dieter. He only remembered because of that Other version... Not that it was a bad thing, but he didn't neccesarily want nor care to remember any Dieter at all.

Two months ago was chaos broke loose. This very alley was where it happened. And he was whom was affected. And Ludwig, of course, but Ludwig didn't exactly have the issue of concealing his feelings from everyone he cared about. Did he? Was he overthinking again? Maybe.

He only told one other person about everything. Well, not everything. He conviniently kept out the part about watching Dieter die... Not even Twila knew, to currently date. He only told Rango, though that also came as a surprise to him once he thought about it. It felt so strange that... Rango, of all people, was the one he told. However, that comment he made back when they first adopted Bun and Boomerang... It echoed in his mind. "He must've done something real messed up to have you acting like that." It was small, and of course Rango being Rango, was oblivious to the hint in his response. But at least he cared enough to notice he wasn't okay... Meanwhile Hariet kept persisting of Dieter's return and Topper celebrated his loss of virginity...

He wiped his nose, unable to tell if it was running because of the harsh cold or if he was due to cry again. He was supposed to be going for a walk, or so that's what he told Hariet in order to avoid the noise that came with their recent company... The Koopalings were at their home, and they were all supposed to be making Christmas cookies, to celebrate the upcoming holiday. Alas, he got overstimulated... And now he was here, face to face with the demon of his mind. This alley. He could feel Dieter's presence, oddly enough...

"Spewa-a-arrrrrt!"

He turned with a gasp, his heart jumped... Roy's figure was made more clear as he slipped on the icy pavement to run over. He calmed his breath. "You scared me," he muttered with a small cloud of frozen breath.

"Ah, sorry... But you scared me too. You've been gone for like... An hour?" Roy stuck his hands in his coat and gave a shudder. "This ain't the weather to be running off in..." "I'm sorry... " He didn't mean to make anyone concerned. Honestly, he didn't think anyone cared... Roy shook his head and smiled. "Nah, just... I don't want you to get hurt out here! Or freeze, or... something! It's way, way too cold..."

Spewart nodded. "How did you know I was out here though?" He paused for a moment and lowered his head... Spewart thought he could see his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Ludwig..." he began. "Luds told me... About you, about Dieter, about...-" "So you know." "... Yes."

A long moment of silence passed before he sighed and lowered his head. "I'm sorry." "What for?" "For worrying you. Let's just go back to the house." Roy blinked before slowly nodding, and the two began walking in the direction of Spewart's home before he slowly stopped again. His head hurt. His presence was strong. "Roy?" "Hm?" "Give me a second, please." "Of course." He turned around, facing the alleyway before breathing in deeply.

Dear Dieter, he began. I moved on. You need to as well. I don't like you, I never did... But I'm sorry you're dead. Please, move on. It's okay to move on.

Roy patiently waited, and soon enough, Spewart rejoined him. "What was that about?" "Making peace," he softly muttered.