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Pike felt numb, he knew how horrible of a moment this was and he knew he should feel something. Grief, sadness, anger even. But he hasn't felt anything since francis died. He hadn't shed a single tear, his mind just… shattered. He couldn't think clearly, he couldn't function.
When pike had sat next to his lovers body that night, he held his body tight and planted a kiss on his forehead. He didn't cry and he felt horrible for it.
When they came to take francis away, pike held his hat close to his chest, still sitting on the sidewalk, staring into the foggy distance, trying to zone out the sirens around him.
The last moments between the two were all that had played in pike mind for the past two weeks, going over everything he said, over analysing, figuring out what he did wrong, he knew it was his fault no matter who tried to convince him otherwise.
Pike stood on the rooftop, arms wrapped around himself from the cold, he felt guilty for leaving nate, but he would be ok with silas, he trusted them.
Pike took a few steps closer to the edge, he looked at the worn spot on the floor where him and his friends would sit and talk at night, none of them had been up here since Francis died. He looked to the spot where Francis had sat, then he looked to the sky, he saw Jupiter. Francis had pointed it out the last time they were up here together.
Pike pulled himself away from the spot, he couldn’t take the feeling of emptiness anymore, i reached up and took Francis’s hat off his head for the first time in two weeks and held it close to his chest. ‘I guess i was always right. I was never going to make it past 25, i couldn’t even get there’ Pike whispers to himself.
He steps forward and embraces the fall.