𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 (𝚛𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) ( DISCONTINUED!!!!)

his hoodie (5)

(y/n's pov)

⚠️TW: SUICIDE⚠️

i woke up to rodrick softly snoring with his arms around my waist holding me close. i looked up at him, he actually kinda attractive when he sleeps. as if he could read my thoughts, he woke up and smirked as i was admiring him. he hugged me and asked a question i had never imagined that he would ask me this.

"hey, if your free tomorrow i'd love to take you out on a date to this really cool place!"
he said in a gravelly voice, looking down at me. i blushed at the slight him and only him.

"yeah! i would love to go on a date with you!"
i said in agreement and hugged him.
he hugged back before getting up and going to the bathroom. i stood up and walked to his closet, grabbing a deep grey champion hoodie. i slipped the hoodie on and sat back down on his bed, waiting to get his reaction.

he came back into the room and shut the door behind him. when he saw what i was wearing, he stood in front of me and grinned ear to ear.
after a few moments of silence, he finally sat next to me and pulled me down onto the bed again. we just sat there for a while until my phone started ringing. it was cole.. he never called me unless he was being impatient about something, drunk or in trouble. i answered the call and heard nothing but sobbing.

"cole? cole! what's wrong?!"
i ask kinda shouting.

"y/n, remember the pact we made as kids, that wherever i go you go? well it's my time to go.. i'm so so sorry. i love you dork. please remember me"
he hung up the call and i started running downstairs and out of the house, crying all the way down to our house. i burst through the door and run upstairs to coles room. i opened the door and fell onto my knees, breaking down as i saw his still body laying on the floor. i saw a note in his hands and opened it.

the note read:

Dearest y/n, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. i'm sorry..
-your favorite dork, cole <3

i screamed at the top of my lungs and covered my mouth to stop anymore screams from coming out of my throat. i can't believe i didn't notice he had been struggling with this disease for so long. this is my fault. i never should've left him alone.

i'm sorry cole.. this is my fault...