"I love you, you know that." 

"I'm not with you anymore, you need to move on."

"The only thing I need to do is kill him. I'll kill him, for taking you away from me."

"He's missing, honey, you can't find him. It was an accident, you know he didn't mean to break us apart."

"I don't care, I'll kill him."

A loud knocking made the boys turn away from each other to face the locked door. It had been locked for some time, and the only proof of life behind it was the warm glow of light coming from underneath it. 

The boys shuffled backwards, keeping away from the light, an obnoxious sign of life; they preferred being alone in the dark, in the cold, in a place for the not-quite-living.

"Are you talking to yourself again, honey?"

"Leave us alone! Just leave us alone, we're never coming out! Never!"

"Honey.... I really think I should call your doctor. He can help you-"

"I'll kill myself before he can break down the door, I dare you to try."

"Just.. come out.. come be with your friends. They miss you. You don't have to be alone."

"I'm not. I'm with my boyfriend, get over it."

"Honey.... he's gone, and he's not coming back. I'm sorry."

Honey shook his head, turning back to his lover.

But he was gone.