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The golden sun rays gently bathed the treetops. The wind blew gently, generating a slight breeze that cooled his face. And he would have enjoyed that beautiful setting much more, if his situation were different.
But anyone notices.
He saw his lover standing weakly.
A bleeding arm, and a faint reddish color spreading around his wound.
They both knew what was happening. His life was short, and if he didn't rush to do something, his would be over too.
But anyone cares.
He took his weapon with tears in his eyes, with the worst of pain clinging to his heart. His shaking hands loaded the pistol, the other's expectant gaze fixed on his actions.
He didn't have the guts to aim to his head. The shorter one just stared at him in pain, the lethal infection slowly spreading up his arm.
It was still him. He was still the man he loved, he was still his husband, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his days with. But does anything matter if the adored one of him is already dead?
Little breathy moans came out heavily from the younger boy's lips. "Gerard, h-honey..." He spoke with a slight smile on his face. He wanted to get closer to the man he loved so he could say goodbye, but it was too dangerous.
The brunette opened his eyes in surprise. He raised the gun slowly, his hands shaking and sweating heavily, fear settling deep in his stomach. The chills that were climbing from his feet to his back were killing him.
He said nothing. He pulled the striker slowly.
"Ger... Gerard, honey... I" He gasped. half of his face was already consumed by infection, one of his eyes empty and red. "I'm so sorry... T-this wasn't what-"
"Please, Frank. Stop" He whimpered almost out of breath. Pain and tears adorned his face. With every word that his dear husband spoke, switchblades and knives plunged into his chest. "Don't make it more difficult, please."
"I love you..."
Letting out a heartrending cry he pulled the trigger. The bullet quickly lodged in his raven-haired skull, killing him immediately, and he fell limp to the ground.
Words couldn't change anything. The lifeless body of his husband was still there. They had no room in this hell in life, nor would they have room in the next.
Happy memories haunted the brunette, who longed for his beloved black-haired man to return to him.
But nobody noticed the corpse in bed.