they both die at the end || ronance au

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ROBIN BUCKLEY

12:22 am

death-cast just called me with probably the second worst news i've ever gotten in my life. i'm going to die today. i don't know how it's going to happen, don't know when exactly today it's goin to happen. it's insane. just one minute ago i was scrolling through tiktok, when my phone rang. i've always been afraid of death. there's something about not knowing when it's going to happen or how it's going to happen. what does the pain of death feel like? does it hurt worse than normal pain? i'm actually going to die at 18 years old.

i pick up the phone, scared to hear what's next. i reach my shaking finger out to press answer. 

"hello, i'm calling from death-cast. i'm jim. are you there, bob?"

bob? who the fuck is bob? 

"you've got the wrong person sir." my heart beat slowly starts to settle, although i know it could just be a name mistake. i feel bad for whoever bob is. "i'm robin. robin buckley."

"oh, sorry kiddo. bob's the guy i just got off the phone with. you said your name was robin buckley?"

"yes sir."

my heart beat quickens again, sounding like the beat of a drum. the sound is echoing in my ears. it's deafening. 

"robin, i regret to inform you that sometime in the next 24 hours you will unfortunately be meeting an untimely death." jim drones on and on about how i still have a chance to live, and lists all sorts of different events i can go to. he sounds so tired, and i understand why. he has to repeat the same thing to every person he calls. he doesn't sound sympathetic at all. he's probably itching to get off the phone with me so he can go back to playing some kind of game or drink coffee.

"you understand all of that, kid?"

"yeah."

"you can log on to death-cast.com to fill out any special requests you might have for your funeral and the inscription you'd want engraved on your gravestone." 

i've been to one funeral in my entire life. my aunt died when i was five, and i was crying because she wouldn't open her eyes. then when death-cast came, everyone's eyes were wide open for their funeral.

"on behalf of everyone here at death-cast, we're very sorry to lose you. live your day to the fullest kid."

"i'll try."

i hang up and toss my phone onto my bed. it's official. in 24 hours, my life will be over.