Eyeless: Joey Jordison x Reader (T/W: Smut)

Chapter 47. Jade's POV

(A/N): This chapter is quite sad, it's about the passing of our beloved and amazing Bassist, Paul Gray.

It's been many years since we had our first tour, we've released two more albums since then. Me and Joey have offices gotten married, but we didn't have one of those weddings or anything. We had also moved out of the house we shared with the band.      I was laying down resting my eyes and then I got a call, startling me. I picked up my phone and seen it was Corey. Why in the world is Corey calling me? There's no band practice today. I answered and he sounded like he was.. crying?

"Heyy Corey you alright?" I asked through the phone, genuinely concerned.

"N- no. Not at all. Nothing about this is alright." He continued to cry.

"What? What do you mean? You're worrying me, what happened?" I questioned.

"P- Paul.." He barely managed to say through gasping for air, almost sounding like he's having trouble breathing. "He's.. He's gone."

"Wait, what do you mean gone? Do you mean left the band gone or?.." I questioned again, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

"No.. I mean he's no longer here.. no longer.." He couldn't finish.

"No.. does Joey know yet?" I asked, worrying about my husband breaking down.

"No. Im going to go.. I need to be alone. You can tell him if you want." Corey said before hanging up.

I sighed and felt as tears ran down my face. Really.. why Paul?.. He didn't deserve to pass so early.. he's only 38.

I went downstairs and seen Joey on the couch watching TV. He seen my tears and patted the spot beside him, I walked over to him, sat down, and hugged him close to me.

"Jade, are you okay?" He asked, concern in his voice, I shook my head.

"Paul.. he's.. gone." I whispered.

Joey said nothing. I could tell he was overwhelmed, and possibly in denial. After a few minutes I heard him sob and he held me tightly.

We stayed like that for quite some time. I couldn't believe what has happened. I didn't expect, nor want him to pass so early. He held this band together whenever we was constantly hating each other. What is going to happen now? Are we going to spilt? I hope not. Paul would want us to continue.

—————Time Skip: two years—————

It has now been two years since Paul has passed. One of the many worst parts is that his wife was pregnant, meaning that their child would never know how much of an amazing person it's father was.

I got up from my bed, Joey was still asleep. He has been sleeping almost all day recently, which I don't blame him. I mean his best friend had just unexpectedly passed.