I'm truly sorry for not updating! Everything has been overwhelming for me latley, and I haven't been in the greatest state of mind. I'm kinda feeling another ending to this, its gonna be sad. 

Death - Blood/gore

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"You know what Brendon? I'm fucking tired of this!" Dallon yelled, causing the younger to stop and turn.

"Of what!? This!? Us!? It's called marriage Dally poo!" Brendon only once called him that, and Dallon hated it. Brendon knew he did. "If you don't like it, just ask for the ring back! I'll gladly hand it over!" He didn't mean that. He loved Dallon with all his heart.

Dallon stood there, his heart breaking at the venom that left Brendon's mouth.

"Your such an ass!" He scoffed "I'm tired of you Brendon! What you're becoming! You're constantly drinking and you always get drunk! You're a selfish prick!" Dallon stepped closer to Brendon. "You always get mad when I try to talk to you, you don't talk and you ignore me! Were falling apart Brendon and you're not doing anything to try to fix us! you blame me when something happens when your the one who's changing into a whole new person! Your turning into a fucking dick Brendon!" Dallon screamed, staring at the boy. he didn't notice how he was shaking or notice the tears falling down his cheeks.

"You gonna say anything!?" Brendon stood there, not moving.

"Yeah. That's what I thought." He scoffed and turned, shaking his head in disapproval as he made his way down the rest of the stairs. Brendon watched his husband walk away, not being able to control the following two words.

"Fuck you." Dallon acted like he didn't hear him, making his way to the kitchen. Although it was two in the morning, Brendon stormed right back outside, wanting to be any place but here. As long as he wasn't with Dallon, it was going to be alright, right?

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As days went by, no one heard from Brendon. He had just- disappeared. He had left his phone at home, so no one was able to come in contact with him. However, no one saw him, not even the neighbors. The band was worried, his family was worried, and Dallon was terrified. After twelve hours, Dallon had submitted a missing person report to the police. Any time Brendon had wandered off, he was always back within hours. But then it was the afternoon, and he was nowhere to be found. In the following days, the police and friends had gathered a small search party to find Brendon. No one found anything. 

"Fuck..." He grumbled, tears blurring his vision as he stumbled through dead leaves and rocks, moving himself in between trees. He stopped to take a swig from the bottle of liquor in his hand, then continued his trip through the woods. 

Dallon sat nervously on the couch, staring at the tv as the news continued to talk about his missing husband. He tapped his foot anxiously, Spencer rubbing his back, watching the tv as well. Both stood up quickly as they heard a knock at the door. 

"Brendon!?" Dallon shouted, rushing to the door. He opened it quickly- oh no.

He took another gulp from the now empty bottle, tossing it to the ground. He continued to walk, but looked back, trying to find some source of light int he dark forest. Nothing but trees. 

"I'm sorry to inform you, but we found your husband..." The police officer looked up at the tall male, seeing the other walk over quickly.

"S-sorry, thats a good thing! You found him!" Dallon sniffled softly, wiping fresh tears away. 

"He didn't make it..."

The drunk man continued to stumble through the woods, not being to wrap his mind around his current situation. Suddenly, it seemed as if the ground underneath his feet disappeared as he fell. He fell down a hill, not being able to control anything.

"Wh-what?" Dallon backed up, taking quick, deep breaths.

"We successfully found him in the woods... However when we did, he barley had a pulse... He had lost a lot of blood, there was nothing we could do. I'm so sorry for your loss."

As  his body tumbled  down the hill, he hit rocks and sticks, causing his clothing to rip and tear. Once at the bottom, his head hit a rock, which caused everything to stop. He was cut and bruised, everything in pain and covered in blood. He tried to keep his eyes open- or open them for that matter. But it didn't work. Everything was black. All he could do was lay in a puddle of his own blood as he slipped away.

He was gone... His band mate, his friend, his husband, the love of his life... and it was all his fault.

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Not how I expected that to end...