It's a strange routine of his to make time in visiting the old bridge whenever he can. Pete finds it weird at first, but he just takes it as it is.

"You're going back there again, aren't you?" Pete mumbles, his eyes glued to the newspaper he's reading.

"That's the plan." Brendon responds, as he shrugs on his coat and retrieves his umbrella.

Pete closes his newspaper and turns to look at him, an amused smile gracing his lips. "The media would think you're insane. But I don't complain. It seems to make you feel better every time you go there, and that's good enough for me."

Brendon appreciates the support that Pete has given him ever since he signed a label with the older man. While his work is strenuous and exhausting for his wellbeing, at least their boss looks out for them.

He says good bye to his boss and opens the door. But a thought stops his track. He turns to face Pete and thinking there's no harm in asking a favor.

"Hey, Pete? Can you search about this band named The Brobecks?"

Pete hums in thought at the name, there's recognition set in his eyes as he heard the name of the band. "Sounds familiar. What about them?"

"I just heard about them from someone. Nothing major." Well, it is a big thing because it's about Dallon.

"Sure thing. I'll give you some info once I check on them."

Brendon nods, giving Pete a thankful smile. "Thanks, man."

He leaves Pete's office with a smile on his face. Brendon knows it's rude of him to be researching about Dallon, but every time he asked Dallon, the other man just gives him short or vague answers about the majority of his life.

It's time to change that.

****

"You seem to be in a good mood."

Brendon is in a good mood. He hasn't felt like he wanted to jump off this cliff along with the rushing waters below them. Not really. Now that he thinks about it, he feels embarrassed by it. Right now, he wants to sit beside Dallon and know more about this charming man.

The weather's nice, and Dallon is still here.

How wouldn't that leave him into a good mood?

"It's a nice day." Brendon responds, humming a Frank Sinatra song under his breath.

Upon realization of the song, Dallon turns to him with a pleased gaze. "Fly Me To The Moon! I love that song. My Dad used to sing to us every time."

Brendon turns humming into words when Dallon started singing the song with him. The taller man closes his eyes, breathing in the fresh breeze and continues. His voices syncs with Dallon in a way and it's astounding to hear how their voices work it out.

"Damn, are you really sure you suck at this music thing? I totally don't buy it." Brendon states after finishing the song. He can't help but be pleased to have brought that blush into Dallon's cheeks at the compliment.

"I-I'm not really that great."

"I'll be the judge of that." He responds with a smirk, which made the taller man fluster.

Majority of their talks consist of consoling Dallon about his problems. The other man seems very interested in listening. He also gives out a proper advice for the situation. Brendon would be convinced Dallon's gone through the same shit as he had.

"I know you'll work things out." Dallon says with a sweet smile. "You seem like the type, anyway."

He returns that smile with a grin. "Thanks, Dal."

And along with their talks, there's also that silence. It isn't awkward, really. It's that calming silence where they take time to breathe and just appreciate everything around them.

"Aren't you bored talking with someone like me?" Dallon says a moment later as he started picking up little flowers that were blooming in a tiny patch of grass beside him. Brendon stares at those long fingers that gently tie the flowers together.

"You're never boring."

"Other people would disagree."

Brendon takes his gaze off Dallon's hands to look at him. "I'm not like other people."

Dallon's eyes then lock with his. He can see the smile on the taller man's eyes, and soon, it starts to morph into his pink, lush lips. It's breathtaking.

"I guess you're not." He says with a chuckle. Dallon then lifts up the flowers, in which became a flower crown. He giggles as he placed the flowers on top of Brendon's head.

"You are now appointed as Flower Prince." Dallon says with a cheeky grin that made Brendon laugh. He gingerly takes the flowers from his head and places it into the brown mop of Dallon's hair.

"Does that mean you're my Flower Princess?"

Dallon just laughs at that, but Brendon had an idea. He takes some small flowers that's close to where he sat and tied their stems together. Once he finished, he took Dallon's hand and slips the flower ring he made into the taller man's finger.

"Will you be my Flower Princess, Dallon?" He mocked proposed as he gives Dallon his most charming grin.

"You're so cheesy. Is this how you get a girl?" Dallon remarks with a laugh, nudging his shoulder playfully against Brendon's. He still hasn't noticed how Brendon has yet to let go of his hand, his thumb brushing along the bony but soft feeling of his fingers.

Brendon shook his head with a chuckle. "I'm more grander than this, believe me." He said softly without any hint of mirth into the words. He turns Dallon's hand, pressing his thumb on the soft pads of the taller man's palm.

Dallon hums at that, and Brendon knows his gaze is directed towards the ministrations that he's doing to his tanned hand. He presses his thumb, massaging the palm in a circular motion. He's memorizing the intricate lines of the palm as he brushes his thumb on it.

"That feels nice." Dallon says with a gentle smile, and so, Brendon continues.

It's so nice just having this for his own. Sometimes the little moments have more value than big ones. This one is the thing that he'll cherish for a long, long time.

The moment is broken by the shrill ringing of his phone. Brendon mutters under his breath as he let's go of Dallon's hand and excuses himself to answer the call, leaving the tall man sitting on the pavement.

"Hello?"

"Brendon, you busy? I found some info about that band you asked me for." Pete says from the other line.

"Uh, okay. What have you got for me?" He says lowly, hoping the other man behind him couldn't hear their discussion.

"So, the vocalist's name is... Dallon Weekes? His music is pretty good. Too bad his band disbanded too soon. His band has so much potential."

"Wait, what do you mean it disbanded?"

The other line was silent for a moment before Pete spoke again. "It disbanded when their vocalist died."

Like a crash of heavy water falling against him, Brendon felt his heart stop. He sets a hard tone on his voice, hoping that his boss knows he has no time for jokes. "...Pete, don't fuck with me."

"Dude, I'm not joking. He died 2 years ago."

Brendon tries to process everything he heard. 'That can't be true. He's right behind me. He's not dead.' He told himself.

With a deep breath, he slowly turns around.

He loses grip on the phone he holds. Pete's voice frantically calls for him, but he doesn't hear anything but the loud beating of his heart. He can't breathe.

A crown of fresh flowers are left lying on the ground.

But the one who wore it disappeared just as if he wasn't there.

****

[A/N: took too long to update this but hey I hope you guys like it?

And dudes I just watched Yellowcard the other day. It was AMAZING.

Thanks so much for reading and have a great day!]