Patrick Stump Imagines

Hello From The Other Side

• Your POV •

I stared at the luminous scenery in front of me. It was Christmas, and it was the most perfect time of the year; cheerful spirits everywhere, gratitude, and gifts. I just loved times like this, but I guess it would be better with Patrick beside me.

It's kind of impossible for that to happen right now. I'll be celebrating this Christmas without him and his happy little self. And to top it all off, it's my fault.

"Well, if you stopped messing with my choices, then this wouldn't had happened," he growled at me while throwing his stuff in his duffel bag. "I'm sorry, but we need a break. I can't stand you anymore."

A gasp escaped my lips. Why was I even so surprised? The events were evident that this was going to happen but I was still shocked. "Don't leave me. Please."

He put his bag down and kissed me as a form of a farewell. "But we don't work together. I'll miss you."

After reminiscing that memory, I felt light-headed and felt that I was going to faint any moment. I was expecting that a pair of welcoming arms would catch me, but no. We 'took a break'.

I guessed that our two-week break was enough, so I decided on calling him and apologizing. After all, it was Christmas. I grabbed my phone from beside me and called him. One ring, two rings, three rings...

After I called 10 times, I gave up and finally just gave into the fact that he wasn't going to forgive me. I left a message on his voicemail in case he wanted to listen to it.

"Hey, Patrick. I just want to apologize for what I did, you know. I'm so sorry for breaking your heart. I miss you so damn much. But, I understand. You need space. Goodbye."

A warm tear fell on my cheek as I put the phone down and opened the Christmas gifts on my own.

I was interrupted by Pete calling me. "Hello?"

"(Y/N)? I'm so sorry to tell you this on Christmas morning, but," I could tell that what he was going to say was important, so I listened closely. "He's gone."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I already knew who it was but my stupidity caused me to ask who was it.

"Patrick committed suicide last night."

I felt my heart drop and my eyes tear up. "What? Why? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)."

With that, he put the phone down. I was left heartbroken. I decided on one last call.

"Hello from the other side, Patrick. You can't hear me but I know you can feel what I'm feeling. I don't know why you did this to yourself, but it shattered me. You had a lot to live for. But, it's too late for regrets. All I can say is that I love you."

I put the phone down and took the small gift from under the Christmas tree and ripped the wrapper. There was a velvet box with silver engraving on it: 'I love you.'

I opened it to see a silver engagement ring. There was a note inside.

'I might not be alive, but I hope you can wear this ring as a sign of my love.'