.:If you loved me let me go:.

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Kellin's P.O.V.-

I haven't felt right for a few days. I tried texting Vic, no answer. I'm meeting Mike today to find out what happened. I knew something bad happened, but what? Is he refusing to speak to me? Did something happen between him and Oliver?

I was on my way to the local Starbucks, about ten minutes away from my apartment. Oliver knows where I am, he's being weird lately after I told him about what happened with Vic. But he's still caring. He just seems... distant? I'm not sure, but he's starting to worry me. What if he doesn't love me anymore? What if he-

"Hey-*sniffle*-Kellin." Mike pulled me out of my anxiety creating thoughts as he sat down, a ghostly pale face, bloodshot eyes, a long sleeve jumper on that I remember to be Vic's?, and paper in his hand. Oh no, something bad has happened.

"Mike? What happened?" I exclaimed scooting over to him so I could easily comfort him.

"V-Vic, H-He's." He trailed off and started furiously shaking and sobbing quietly. He shook his head and handed me the note.

It read~

My love, Kellin.

once you read this, I will be dead. if I can't have you i don't want anything. i know what i did was wrong and you forgive me. but i love you. and i see that now after all of the shit i put you through. i'm a shitty person, you are not. i don't deserve you. oliver does. as i said to my parents and brother. don't mope, don't cry, don't say how much you miss me. not that you will anyway. but don't. don't cry at my funeral. my funeral is going to be a celebration of my death, not a depressing, all black, cry fest. wear bright colors and sing happy songs. please tell everyone this.

i think you should know this, my love for you is undying. i will love you when I'm six feet under, or not. either way, in my grave is the only place I'll feel happy and at home. goodbye kellin. and DONT think my death was because of you. you dont have anything to do with it. this is my choice my life, goodbye.

Victor.

No, No, No, No! This can't be happening! "Is h-he dead?" I asked stupidly. Of course he's dead! Once he puts his mind into something, it gets done without a second thought.

"A-At t-" He was cut off by me phone ringing.

"I've been thinking lately,

about you and me.

and all the questions left unanswered,

how it all could be.

and i hope you know,

you never left my head,

and if I ever let you down,

I'm sorry."

The music stopped as I answered it, I said a quiet 'sorry' to Mike as I put my phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone, forgetting to look at the caller I.D.

"Hey Kellin, uhm, we need yo talk." It was Oli. What did he want to talk about? he seems upset.

"Sure hun, shoot." I shot back quickly.

"I think we should see other people.." He said quietly, at the other end of the line you could hear another voice telling him to hurry up and get to bed.

"Or you're cheating on me and want to end it? Is that possibly the reason Oliver? Is that what you're trying to say?" I asked. Without getting an answer, I hung up and lightly threw my phone on the table. I look at Mike, he looks back concerned. I shook my head as I shed a single tear.

"So what's going on with Vic?" I asked changing the subject.

"H-he's currently i-in h-hospital in a b-bad condition. T-they're going to p-pull the p-plug tomorrow." He said quietly.

"How did you get here?" I asked impatiently.

"A friend." He said. I quickly pulled him up and hurried out of the small Starbucks towards my car. We got in as I started the car quickly driving to the town hospital.

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We arrive at the hospital about twenty minutes later and we rushed into the hospital. Mike told me the room number before in the car. That's what's been running through my mind.

Floor 6, Room 246 C.

I ran towards the elevator and continuously pressed the button like a maniac until the door opened and quickly ran inside, pressing the button labeled '6'.

"Come on, Come on!" I whispered to myself, and ran out of the small space into the hallway immediately as the doors opened. I ran in the direction Vic's room was. I opened the door to see a pale/blue faced, cut up and bruised, deathly looking version of Vic.

"Vic!" I cried as tears rapidly ran down my face.

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