the beautiful sky, fourth of july [fic] {warning for d34th, more of a fear of it tho)

the evil it spread, like a fever ahead and i cry we’re all going to die the torturous burns, the screams all heard it wakes me up and i start to cry we’re all going to die my little hawk why do you cry? … It’s quiet except for the loudness of the fireworks. Every time there’s a boom, you jolt, but you’re not scared – just startled. “Omga, why’re you stressed, Painty?” she asks lightheartedly, flicking my cheek with her finger. “I’m not,” I begin, “but situations before this won’t stop knocking.” “You wanna– you want to, like, talk about it?” “Not right now. I don’t need to add anything else onto your shoulders.” I picture you with a halo at your head. I shiver. It’s so beautiful and torturous at the same time. “Lightbulb?” I whisper her name, then talk normally. “What happens when you’re gone?” “Why would I be gone? I’m staying as long as you’re here.” “Good. Just scared.” “Painty, I’m not going to die on you,” she states, “You don’t have to worry. I’ll always be on your side.” “Okay.” is all I feel like I can say. … We’re talking to Fan and Test Tube about our middle school moments. “All of middle school was about fiction, future, and prediction,” Test Tube says. The three of us agree. Lightbulb laughs, “Remember when in eighth grade, Fan was caught writing fanfiction on a school computer?” “Hey, it was amazing work for the Inanimate Insanity fandom! It got 2,763 views on Archive of Our Own!” I laugh, and say goodbye to the three. I need to be alone. … Ever since Test Tube’s life flashed before her eyes, I’ve been more worried. What if Test Tube actually.. I don’t want to think about it. What if Lightbulb’s next. What if I’m next. … “Painty!” Lightbulb exclaims, “why’d you walk away?” “Just, like, loud.” “Oh. Okay. If you need anything, I’m here.” “Can you just, like, talk some?” “Sure can!” “...” “So, y’know the stars? Where’d they come from? I know they came from the Big Bang but still, I’m curious…” “You might want to ask Test Tube about that,” I chortle. “Yeah, Tube-o always knows sciency stuff like that.” Lightbulb speaks again. “Am I a star? Like, in your eyes?” The fireworks in the background shine into her watering, sapphire eyes and her hair glows. And everything just clicks. “Lightbulb, you’re everything to me.” I say, “You’re brighter than any star in the sky.” You’re my lover, Lightbulb. Nothing can change that now. … Do you get enough love, my precious little dove? I cover you up, you dream of lovers I dream of you I wish you’ll never leave, you’re all I’ll ever need But I know you’ll soon… I don’t want to ask why Why do you cry? Darling, fly high We’re all going to die. SOBS narrator/speaker - Paintbrush btw I hc that Paintbrush has anxiety (kinda unrelated tho) and a fear of d34th uhh throws a fourth of july fic at you