HOLD UP.
If you've JUST read Bed Buddies, only proceed further if your heart can take a twist.

(Anyway, Enjoy)

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~Emerald~

nubbin /●n. a small lump or residual part

I went about my life, acting like everything was fine and like I was satisfied. But that was far from the truth.

The nubbins of my past had clogged up and created a lump in my memory. I thought about her more than I should have — about the betrayal and the loss of friendship, about how she left me lonely and pathetic, about how desperate I was to call somebody mine.

I should've just focused on the responsibilities at hand.

~Kaylen~

I sighed in relief as the house came in sight.

It had been a long day and I was so relieved to come back home. After parking the car quickly in the garage, I ran inside like a kindergarten kid coming back from his first day of school.

Soft snivels rushed into my ear as soon as I entered and I frowned, following the sounds and ending up at the kitchen doorstep. I peeped inside and found my twin brother leaning against the counter with his face burried in his hands.

I was immediately on guard, ready to slaughter whoever caused those tears.

"Jay," I called, walking over to him and he looked up at me with defeated eyes before dropping his head on my shoulder and resuming the cries.

"What happened?" I whispered, rubbing circles on his back as he clutched on to me tighter.

Jayden was the sensitive one of us two but his sensitivity was his strength. He was usually very confident about whatever he felt but right now, he just seemed too fragile.

"Kay," he sobbed, withdrawing from the embrace and looking into my eyes with a knowing look. "They're..."

He didn't have to finish it.

My eyes widened as I slowly pushed myself off and ran out, sprinting up the stairs and towards my parents bedroom. When I came face-to-face with the white door, I banged my fist into it multiple times, with the intention of making it fall off.

"Dad!" I called out, feeling my heart hammering inside, my pulse making itself known in ever inch of my skin and my tears threatening to appear. There was a storm raging inside of me and there was nothing I could think of which could calm it down.

The door opened. And I had never seen somebody as broken as I saw my father's eyes that moment. I broke down into sobs.

He engulfed me in his arms and began crying alongside.

"It's over," he whispered before his cries became even more hoarse and we switched positions so that now he was leaning into me and I was being the support.

I couldn't believe that the inevitable had occured. Even though I gave all that it took to believe that it wouldn't happen, somewhere deep inside, I knew this was building up, I saw it taking shape in front of my eyes. Bit by bit, day by day, the picture was getting clearer; the picture that any of us didn't want to see, the image in which we'll all be separated.

It had now come alive.
By parents were getting divorced.

We wouldn't be living in the same house anymore. We wouldn't be a tight family of four. We wouldn't be us.

The worst part was, that there was nothing I could do to stop it or to reverse it. I was just going to be limbless and see it happening, see my family shatter and break into pieces, see my happiness disappearing.

"Where is papa?" I asked dad, who had now gone silent on my shoulder. He pulled away, wiping his tears and nose and looking far off out the window.

"He walked out," He croaked, swallowing the tears that were about to come and beginning to put on the I-Don't-Need-Anyone façade like he did whenever he fought with papa. Neither of us liked this side of him; he shut everyone out and acted like he didn't care, hurting everybody in the process, including himself.

But if they were separating forever and if he was going to be like that from now on, I wouldn't know what to do.

"Dad," I begged softly, "please don't distance yourself from us."

He looked at me as if the realisation had just hit him and then he let his tears fall again before he wrapped his arms around me again.

"I would never," he replied and I squeezed him back in relief.

~

As eight o'clock rolled in, dad, Jay and I were having ordered-in food in the kitchen silently. Each of us had a depressed face on when papa walked in, drunk as hell.

He stopped at the kitchen door, looking at us with his red swollen eyes. We all nervously waited for him to make the first move as he looked around and slurred,

"Who is coming with me?"

There. The second bomb.

I hadn't given that a thought. If dad and papa were to divorce and live separately, who was I going to stay with? Who was Jayden going to stay with?

I looked at my brother in dismay and he looked right back with the same expression. What were we going to do? My breathing had quickened and I was panicking majorly inside.

A couple of minutes had passed and neither of us had answered anything so papa just turned around and left.

~

I heard the knob twist and lifted my head off from the desk to look at my twin entering inside with a sad smile.

"We need to discuss this." He said quietly as he sat down on the bed and I turned to face him.

"I can't think!" I told him, "I can't think of anything right now. It's like I'm blank, depressed, I don't know! I don't want to do this Jayden. I don't want to." I had begun to cry again. And since we had hugged each other enough already, we understood that the other needed to be left alone for a while.

"I get it, Kay. But we don't have time. Papa is leaving tomorrow. Tomorrow." He emphasised.

"Where is he going?" I asked.

"To his condo," he replied.

His condo was the next town over.
We were screwed.

"We can't leave any of them alone." He whispered further.

"And that means we have to separate too," I deduced. He nodded desolately.

We were officially wrecked and I was scared.

I was scared to calculate how much time it would take for us to erase the nubbins that would remain left over.

A/N : Don't stop reading!

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