💜Lander Oneshots🧡 The Music Freaks!

🖤 ~ I'm not leaving, Darling... 1/2

TW: Death, crying, blood, wounds.

REALLY ANGSTY.
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No-one's POV:

Luke opened his eyes drowsily, unable to see anything. He placed a hand to his right, expecting to feel the warm body of his beloved beside him, however was met with a cold, wet pool of what seemed to be water.

He sat up, drying his hand in the fabric of his pyjamas. He couldn't see still, but could sense that something was off (Well, other than the fact his fiancé is a puddle and he can't see-). He felt around him, hoping to find anything that could help the situation.

It took a few minutes, but he eventually felt a cylindrical object. Finding a switch, he realised that it was a flashlight. He immediately turned it on, it seemingly lit up the whole room.

The walls were a plain white, dirt and grime smeared the paint that seemed wet still, accompanied by a grotesque stench that seemed to be waved in his direction.

Turning back to where Zander was, he was met with the puddle from before. His face went pale in horror, realising that the puddle was in fact blood. He stumbled over to it on the damp floor, kneeling next to it.

He looked at his own body, praying that the blood was his and that nothing happened to his beloved. However, looked to his left and found a body.

The body had purple hair, an impressive ring on it's finger, pyjamas seemed to have a piano pattern, but more noticeable of all, a wound in the side of it's leg.

Luke crawled over, scrambling to hold the body to his chest. "Zander? Zander, Sweetie!?" He desperately whispered, shaking his fiancé's body. His body was cold, his breathing non-existent. He desperately tried not to look at the wound, knowing he'd probably faint from even a glance at the spillage.

Luke sobbed, holding Zander's head into the crook of his neck. He desperately held his wrist, hoping to feel even a trace of a pulse, but to no avail. "Who did this to you!?" He cried, grasping the body closer in worry that whatever did that, would take him away.

He felt a tug on his sleeve and a faint whisper from behind him. "Luke~." The voice called. He felt the body fall from his arms and disappear into the floor. "Luke! Wake up you idiot!" His eyes snapped open.

405 Words.