Tim x Jay (Angst)

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by Wilbur_the_wierdo

by Wilbur_the_wierdo

Requested by fatn0ir <3

It's quite short but I hope you enjoy it!

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Tim's POV:

I left Jay tied up at my house so nothing bad would happen. I love that man with all my heart. When this is all over, I'll tell him how I feel and maybe have a relationship with him. That would be perfect. I parked at the school that I needed to search and began to look around.

The first day went fine, but the second day, I had a feeling that I was being watched. I shrugged it off and continued looking under the school. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise and quickly made my way out of where I was. I hoped Jay was okay at the house.

The third day, I was searching around again. All I could think about was Jay. I couldn't wait to end all of this and go and tell him how I felt as I've kept it inside for so long. I thought about all the different ways I could tell him. I felt a little bad leaving him, and I missed him so much, but leaving him was for the best, so nothing bad could happen to Jay. To my Jay.

I continued looking around for Alex as I needed to end this so Jay and I could have a better future. I smelt something odd, and after looking around the ruined basement of the art section in Benedict Hall, I saw some gunpowder on the floor. Why was that there? The basement had been flooded not too long ago, so it had to be from a recent shooting.

I continued searching for the source of the strange smell, coughing a little. I went through another seemingly ordinary doorway, but what was inside wasn't by far ordinary at all. My heart stopped, and my eyes widened. I felt burning tears fall down my cheeks as I stared at what was before me. Correction, *who* was before me.

It was Jay. My Jay. He was sitting on the floor lifeless and pale, blood staining the floor and his clothing. That's what the gunpowder was from. Someone shot him. I fell to the floor and held his deceased body in my arms, my tears falling onto his cheeks and hoodie. All my plans. I left him at home so this wouldn't happen. But I did. There was nothing I could do to change this. His blood stained my jeans and hands, but that was the least of my worries.

I just knelt there for what seemed like forever while I held Jay in my now weak arms. I never got to tell him how I felt.

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Wow- I'm crying. This is actually really sad- anyways, I hope you liked it!