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Scaramouche never liked childe at all he thought he was annoying and stupid. But he noticed him, every single move he made Scaramouche jotted it down in his memory and cherished it. Like one time Childe was just walking and stumbled Scara was behind him this was two years ago and is one of his favourite memories. They wouldn't class eachother as friends but people to hang around to pass time, they both didn't enjoy different aspects of life; Scara didn't enjoy the 'feeling' and trying to fit in side, while Childe didn't like living. Nevertheless they made eachtoher day brighter, but they still hate eachother, If one of them were upset they'd go to eachothers House the other would comfort them and they'd have movie marathons and eat loads of snacks. But after that theyd ignore eachother in public, see they both use eachother not that they minded well not that Scaramouche minded. I've talked about Scaramouches favourite memories but Childes favourite one he held dear. It was not even a day after he'd lost his job, he had ran out of money and honestly he was struggling and didn't know what to do, so he went to scaramouches. A random guy opened the door and started harshly interrogating Childe, he probably would of lost his mind or broke down if Scaramouche didn't step in.
"You need to leave"
Childes heart shattered he went to step away until he felt a tug around his collar
"Not you Childe, this whore of a man needs to"
Scaramouche bought Childe inside and shut the door in the man's face
"What happened, and please stop crying it's not a pleasant look on you"
Childe tried to remain calm but his lips trembled making his words hard to hear
"I..Lost my job I have no money I'm losing my apartment in two days Kaeya broke up with me and I have no idea of what to do"
Scaramouche listened intently and gave him a sympathetic look,these looks were rare to get off of him Childe never knew whether they were fake or not but he had hoped that they were real.
"Alright go to my room I'll order some food put on a movie I'll be up in a sec"
Childe felt slightly happier he didn't know what he'd do tomorrow but at least his heart hurt less today. Scaramouche came upstairs shortly after with bowls of food, Childe sat up and looked at him like a puppy
"The foods on its way what film did u chose"
There was a pause..
"Childe tell me you did not"
"It's a classicc"
"It's pitch fucking perfect that is not a classic"
"Excuse you I'm going to be homeless soon let me watch the Pitch perfect films before I die"
"Well how about you just stay here"
"HA and hear you fucking all the people you play no thankss"
"Excuse you"
"Okay whatever can we just watch the film"
Scaramouche let out a soft hum and they both got comfortable and turned on the film, there was a number of reasons why Scaramouche didn't like watching pitch perfect with childe in fact he had a list which read
1) Childe sings along which makes me die inside
2) The main character reminds me of Childe.. a pick me
3) It's repetitive
4) The main characters are fucking ugly
Though these reasons get scraped by the second film. Childe and scaramouche are both up on their feet every time singing along seeing who's better when in fact there both absolute shit. By the middle of the third film Scaramouche is asleep resting on Childes shoulder, he never liked this only him up the only thing distracting him from his own thoughts is the background noise of the TV, the dissociation gets worse and he suddenly feels fake, it gets overwhelming. He slowly removes himself out of Scaramouches grasp and walks outside with his bag, the fresh air wakes him up slightly and makes his mind clearer sometimes not for the better. He begins rolling a joint and lights it with a special lighter he customised which had a whale imprint on, and he takes his first puff he finally felt at ease his mind began to get fogier with every time he put it to his mouth. He didn't hear the quiet footsteps behind him but heard the tired voice of Scaramouche
"Is that weed?"
He nods
"I didn't know you did that"
"I don't usually I think this times and exception, want one?"
"No I'm fine, I don't want another unhealthy habit"
The mood in the room was tense, Scaramouche knew something was up but couldn't know what
"Are you high"
"Mh hopefully"
"You shouldn't do that you kno-"
"Yes I know blah blah it'll kill me what fucking ever"
"Fuck off then I was just telling you"
Childe let out a sigh
"I know sorry"
"It's whatever... I care about you, you know that"
Nothing
"Just I'm here for you"
Scaramouche bent down and gave Childe a slight hug before he went back upstairs. Childes body threatened to break down, his eyes were already wet with tears.
He just wanted to tell scaramouche the same but he found himself unable to.
The next morning Scaramouche woke to banging at his door, he rushed down and opened the door to a police officer
"Tell me did Tartaglia stay at your house last night"
"Huh oh yeah I dunno where he went after"
Come to think of it he didn't remember Childe coming back up
"What's your relationship with him"
"Close friend, whats this about"
"You should come with me"
Scaramouche followed the police officer and he got closer to the place he was supposed to be he noticed the loud noises of sirens. The man bought him to a lake not far from his house, there was ambulances and police cars and.. a body covered with a white sheet
"What happened whyd you bring me here"
"Last night around 2:36am, Tartaglia was reported dead in the lake"
"Your joking"
"He left a note for you, I'm sorry about your loss"
This had to be a cruel joke right.
The letter read
"To my dearest Scara,
If your reading this then I'm afraid it's been done, there was nothing you could of done to change this and I'm sorry it had to be like this. I know as I died after being eith you I was happy, I know this will be hard because I know you secretly care but even so I hope you don't feel bad. I'm sorry it had to be this way but fate works in funny ways and here was the path I was lead to. I know life will be hard but please live for me. Do what I wasn't able to do, I love you Scara so much and I'm sorry I was never able to tell you but I hope the feeling was mutual.
Goodbye my Dearest Scaramouche."
His knees had buckled sending him to the ground,his heart broke. It was true he was gone he really was. He let out a horrific scream, people rushed to his side trying to calm his down but it was no use, he tried to grip the floor but it was just concrete. When people finally made him stop his fingernails were bloody and tears were red raw he was really gone and nothing could change that. But there was one thing he did want to tell Childe.
"I love you to, and I'm also sorry that I was to afraid to tell you, Childe, my love"
Remember how I told you this was Childe's favourite memory of them, unfortunately it was also the last.