Major angst. Also yeah I'm in a angsty mood.

It had been a while since Patrick had heard from jeff. And by a while he meant several days. He said how he was driving to evan's place. Michael agreed that maybe it was just a meeting. Until he didn't hear from him. He sighed on the second day. 'Maybe he's just busy. Best not to assume.' Until it reached the fourth day.. He texted Jeff. 'You alright Jeff? You haven't spoken for four days..' No reply. Fifth day. Still no reply.

Did he do anything wrong? Because..the last message was.. "Love you..." Or so he thought.. After the tenth day.. His phone did a bling sound. He had replied! He was so happy before it slowly faded as he began to read the message, it seemed more like it was a week ago.. After he had wished him like and said love you.. He hoped it was a joke. Some sick joke he was playing.

"Patrick, Evan isn't around and 'I can't decide' is playing."
"Patrick please just replhdubys."
"I managed to grab my phone before it's too late.. I'm held up by Evan.. I don't know what's up with him."
"please help me."
"..did I do something?"
"This isn't the right time to ignore me!"
"Please reply Patrick!"
"PATRICK!"
All this was posted two days and one day after he said 'love you'..
But the third day one... That was just soul crushing..

"I just realized nothing's sending. Why am I writing this? Because I need to... Patrick, I don't think I'll be alive to see you again. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.. Or, Michael. I leaned Evan is "habit". He's going to kill me.. I can't take the pain any longer.. I'm sorry. Love you.." That was the last message before he stopped replying.. Did.. Did he die? Did he die because of...habit?

No no, it's gotta be a joke. Patrick thought as he hit the call button. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing.. "Jeffery not here. Leave a reply." It beeped. "Jeff...You better be joking...." Patrick mumbled, his phone slipping out his hand and making a small thud onto the ground. Patrick got up and rushed to where his computer was. He logged on quickly and went to their channel to see for himself.. And what he saw was just...horrifying. He saw Jeff having a lit match in front of him. It cut off before anything could show.. But he knew one thing.

Jeff wasn't alive. Just then, Patrick heard a loud thud come from outside. He slowly got up, hesitant to even open the door. He slowly went to the door, his anxiety becoming much more worse. Who was it? What was it? That's all he thought as his clammy hands reached for the handle. But before he could even do that, a loud smash come through the window. He look at the right side as a corpse was thrown through...jeff's corpse.

Patrick stared in horror as the window suddenly had its shards go back to where they came from. Patrick just stood there, cold. Before he had tears slowly run down his face and he turned. He got a proper look. He had charred up skin, some faded out slices and not really any blood. Jeff was definitely gone. Patrick slowly walked over to see if it was just a vision or it was real. He fell onto his knees because they gave out underneath him.

He slowly reached his hand out towards his face, and he felt it...it was actually a body. It wasn't just some vision. It wasn't just him dreaming. It was real. Very real. He just slowly pulled him up, to see how lifeless he was... Let's just say, he was as lifeless as you could be. Patrick just felt himself loose all hope. First his brother, stormy, parents...now the only one he really had left.

He just broke down at that point...he couldn't seem to handle himself. He didn't notice another male had entered. He only noticed when laughter followed. "Aw, Patrick's sad. Ah come on, ya knew it was gonna happen." The other male said. Taunting. "And besides, you should be thankful it wasn't you or Michael." He was guilt tripping him. But Patrick couldn't respond. He was just way too focused on how he was holding his lover's charred up body.

The other male went silent before he heard something..something like liquid.. Dripping around him. He slowly raised his head.. His house was covered in gasoline. And then he realized.. There was still some gasoline on Jeff.. Habit laughed once he figured out his intention. "Well, time to choose. Burn up your lover completely, and I won't burn your house and maybe kill you in it! Which one?" Habit was making him suffer being with Jeff..

Because he knew he still cared about his own vessel. So he knew he'd choose Jeff. He knew.. Or did he? Patrick was also touching the gasoline, which meant it was on him. He slowly looked at his hand and saw it dropping onto him. He heard a match being flicked inside his head.. Mentally. "Tick tock, Patrick. Which one?" Habit was starting to get impatient. Before he saw Patrick turn his head over a bit. "Jeff..."

Habit knew it. He smirked as he raised it above Jeff. He counted down. Slowly and painfully. Patrick was just emotionless to it all. Habit thought he had finally gotten to him. "Say goodbye in 3.." Patrick stayed still.. "2..." Patrick seemed to wait for Jeff but actually... He was waiting....for..."1." As the match was let go, it was like in slow motion for Patrick. He suddenly mentally said. "1" as he yanked his arms out and got the match on his hands. Fire beginning to start quickly.

Instead of waiting to see Jeff turn to complete ash, he was counting down when to burn himself alive. Is what everyone is probably thinking. No, actually. The match fell down, out. Habit looked pretty stunned. Patrick slowly got up, Jeff corpse laying down as he slowly pressed his hand against the walls. Slowly but surely setting flames everywhere. He walked over to habit. "When is it enough?" Patrick asked.

"When is it enough to satisfy you? When is it enough to mentally hurt me?" Patrick laughed in a choked up manned, tears going down more as he grabbed onto habit, the fire started to go out his burnt up hands. "WHEN WILL YOU STOP? WHEN I DROP?" He breathed heavily with a distraught look after the smile faded. Habit just hoped he wasn't gonna be set on fire himself.

"Because if so..fine." Patrick backed away, tears slowing down as wood fell down, fire getting worse. "I'll drop. I'll drop dead. If that's what's gonna satisfy you." He smiled as he stood near jeff's corpse. "You may think you've won.. And you're wrong. I get to see everyone again. Meanwhile you have no one left." He was almost hit by wood. Habit was starting to get scared now, for real. He didn't expect any of this.

"This is goodbye." He stated plainly, as wood came down to him. Before he was hit, he muttered. "And I hope you're fucking happy." That's all he heard before Patrick was smacked and covered up. Along with Jeff. Habit was gonna say something before he realized he'd almost be killing himself, so he teleported, gone..

..He didn't know how to feel..