Patrick Stump Imagines

We'll Keep This Love In A Photograph

You stared at the man whom you love stroll his bag away as the airport called out his plane. Tears were dripping from your eyes, but he had to go. There were thousands of people, fans, waiting for him to arrive and you getting in the way of that was just cruel.

You'll always remember the last words he said to you before he left;

"We keep this love in a photograph. I will forever love you, (Y/N). If I may not get back home, always remember that I will love you, heaven, hell, or not."

You took a photograph out of your bag. It was you and Patrick's first kiss, under the lamppost back on 6th street. You love reminiscing those memories when he wasn't famous nor matured yet and the both of you were just young, wild and dumb.

You didn't realize that you were already crying and people around you were staring weirdly at you. You hurriedly hid the picture inside your bag and went home.

Nothing seemed to go right ever since that day. That day that ruined your relationship. Why? Because that day was the day that his and his band's airplane was hijacked and everyone onboard was killed. Patrick wasn't an exception. He was tied to his chair and stabbed 17 times in the abdomen ruthlessly. He died of extreme blood loss. His corpse wasn't brought back to you but instead, buried along next to the ashes of his band members which were burned to death.

But what broke your heart more was his phone call when he knew he wasn't going to survive the hijack. Those six words;

"Wait for me to come home."