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travis sits in his car thinking about the gun he dug up 3 days ago. "maybe i should just do it. devin doesnt care anyway he just wants me dead." travis gets out of his car and walks to the dug up gun. as the snow tracks get slighty covered he makes it too the gun. "there is it... the." he thinks about it again and sits down too grab the shovel and dig the gun out
,,,,,,, (devin pov)
devin opens the door to apartment 5. travis and devins apartment. "travis? are you there buddy..? i know i hate you but." he looks in. nothing just the normal house.. "travis..? your there bud right..?" he looks in travis's room. nothing off the apartments empty... "he. wait... NO TRAVIS" he rushes outside and gets in his car driving to the place travis is with his gun. to kill himself like he wanted.
......... (travis pov)
he sat digging and digging until he got it. the gun "there you... are..." as he put the gun to his head. he was hesitant "wait i feel like someones behind me watching.." as he put the gun to his head and finger on the trigger. something grabbed him
"TRAVIS!" travis snapped out of it "devin..? i thought you... hated me...." he got up into devins arms and hugged him "i got worried. travis... im happy i saved you... now take that gun out of your hands dude.." devin slaps the gun out of travis's hands. "i... missed you devin." as he shoved himself into devins shoulder. he mumbled "i love you" and hugged devin tighter. "travis... what did you say bud?" he pulled travis's head from his shoulder. "i love you devin." devin blushed "i love you too." they hugged tighter. travis cried into devins shoulder wip still die