Silent

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Trigger- Suicide

I walk in, expecting to see the same old Scott sitting, playing MarioKart.

You're not there, so I continue walking through the rooms.

I stop and look closely in each one.

There was no sound, it was silent.

Everything seemed different, yet nothing had been moved.

It was... odd.

I halt and look to my right.

There you were.

This wasn't something I had expected.

Like I said, I was expecting the Scott that played MarioKart all night long, cuddled up to his boyfriend and drank wine with me.

This wasn't the Scott I knew.

I didn't know the Scott that was hanging right before my eyes.

He had a slight smile on his lifeless face, almost as if it was him, telling me that he was finally in peace.

I couldn't live without him, though, and I always said that if he were to die, then I'd have to kill myself just to be with him again because it would be worth everything.

So I did as I promised.

And I heard a familiar sound.

Silence.

So if I did a book in the future of any of my oneshots, which one should it be/would you like?

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