He's tired.

Brendon drives off way past the speed limit during a stormy weather. "This is convenient." He says, as he drives against the slippery road in which he hopes it might end all of the struggles that he had to go through.

He's damn tired of it all.

Being scared of dying is the last thing in Brendon Urie's mind. He's already planned what he has to do. He's been planning it for months and he plans to leave without a trace.

No one would look for him, anyway.

That's how he ends up at the edge of town, parking his car in an old closed off bridge that has been labelled as 'Dangerous' for any person to venture on due to it's broken state.

That's just what he planned for.

Brendon steps on the wet pavement as the rush of rain cover the sounds of his footsteps. He looks down at the edge of the broken bridge which shows a running river right beneath him. "It's perfect." He thought, as he imagined his dying body being whisked away by the force of the river's current.

With a deep breath, he sets his foot out in the edge, his foot dangling in the air. With just one more step, he's ready to fall and let the waters whisk away all of his problems. He'll be free with the life that made him suffer terribly. He'll be away from the people who hurt him, who never cared for him.

He will be free.

He closes his eyes, mentally counting 1... 2...

3...

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

A voice thwarts his plans of making a jump. It annoys him how there had to be a witness to see him like this. He can't do this when there's someone there with him.

Brendon turns to the voice of a man of tall stature, his wet hair falling against his eyes, his long sleeved clothing are as wet as his own.

"Why are you here?" He hisses at the other man.

The taller man shrugs as he looks drenched, standing still against the rush of raindrops falling from the sky. "I'm just here when I need to be."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" It annoys Brendon. The other man isn't making any sense.

"I'm here because I want to. The rain is nice tonight." The taller man says sheepishly, looking embarrassed at the silly admission.

Brendon thinks he's crazy.

"Dude, can't you enjoy the rain someplace else? I need to be alone." He shoos the other man away, making his voice hard enough that the man needs to get his point.

That fails terribly, it seems. "No way, man. I was here first!"

"I just... need to do this one thing then you can have this spot to yourself, alright?" Brendon makes a proposal.

The drenched man crosses his arms, looking at him skeptically. "And then what? You let me see your body going down that dangerous river while I enjoy the rain? That's insane, buddy. No way."

Brendon is getting annoyed with this man. This is the only place and weather that he could do this. Why must this guy ruin everything he's planned for?

"Fuck you." He spits out to the taller man, and went back to his car and endure another day of torment.

"You're welcome!" The crazy man shouts out as Brendon drives away from the old bridge.

He hopes he doesn't see that man again.

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[A/N: Dallon + Rain is hahahaha! I remember writing something in Little Giraffe where I described Dallon as a man with storm in his eyes and it made me associate it here in this fic.

Sorry for the mistakes and have a nice day like this Dallon has hahaha!]