Patrick Stump Imagines

Hello From The Other Side (Part 2)

Love is when you love someone so much, that you'll do anything just to make them happy, even if that includes killing yourself.

Today was Patrick's funeral, and Andy volunteered to help you get ready for it, since Pete and Joe were preoccupied with their own families. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as a knock came from the door, only to reveal Andy in a black suit, waiting for you outside. "You ready, (Y/N)?"

Hesitantly, you nodded and passed by him, quietly going outside of the bathroom and to your living room, collapsing on the sofa and staring at the ceiling. Andy soon came down and met your gaze at the ceiling. You noticed him and sighed once again.

"It's my fault, Andy. I was being a bitch to him and look," you said, gesturing your hands, "I drove him to suicide."

He looked down at the floor in sympathy, but then snapped up as if he remembered something. He hurriedly shuffled into his pocket to reveal a folded and slightly-crumpled note with messy handwriting.

To: (Y/N) soon-to-be Stump
From: Patrick :)

He looked at it, then walked over to you, tapping your shoulder to call your attention. You shot him a look but calmed down when he handed you a note. "Patrick wanted me to give this to you in case he dies, he wrote this last week before he died." Sympathetically, he walked over to the door and waited for you outside. You stared at the note in your hand.

You began to unfold it, careful not to rip it.

Hey. I guess I'm gone now. Today is December 11, 2015, and you're reading this sometime in the future.

We had our first fight earlier. I knew it was going to come to this, so I'm writing you this;

I know I'm going to die of suicide. You've been very upset over me for the past few months, and this relationship's going to break anytime soon. It's obvious by the way you're acting. You're not happy with me.

So I did the unthinkable. I killed myself; for you to find your true love. I love you too much to let you struggle with me like this. You deserve someone better.

But, hear me out. I don't want to be a faded memory of yours. Well, I'm not trying to tell you how to run your life, but in case you re-marry, please don't forget me. I love and will love you for a lifetime, regardless of you doing the same for me.

I asked Andy to give you this because I know he's the one who you're going to my funeral with. He's also the closest friend you have in the band.

I want you to be happy with him; even if not in a romantic way. Maybe in a friendly way? Or whatever way you want.

Don't forget me, love.

- Patrick Stump <3

What highlighted the letter was that he thought you weren't happy with him. You were. And you always were.

You dropped to the ground, crying quietly as if you were trying not to wake anyone, but there was no one else inside your living room. He didn't have to do this. You were completely happy with him and you sensed nothing to end up like that-except for the fight.

A wave of anger and sadness came over your body as you dug your body into the hard ground of the living room further, tearing off anything that comes in your way and throwing anything that was fragile.

Like what Patrick did-he broke your fragile heart.

The only choices you could do at that moment was to continue your violent act or to go to his funeral and follow as he said. Be happy with someone else.

You stood up weakly as the door knob shuffled and the door opened, with Andy lightly pulling you out of the state you were in. Your body was too weak to stand up, so you felt on him. Luckily, he caught you. You cried onto his jacket as his embrace warmed you, loosening your tight grip on him. Another wave of tears hit you.

Soon, you were at the church, alone. The mass ended and Patrick was buried. You just stayed there-crying and immensely staring at the Cross. Of all people He'd take, why Patrick?

You banged your fist on the pew in front of you and screamed. The only thing that you could manage to say was "why".

That's it. Why?