kik ; brallon [on hold?]

12%

the bullet didn't hit brendon.

and he hoped and prayed and wished the bullet had been a blank, that it had hit a wall and harmed not one single soul.

but he was wrong, and his luck had run out.

brendon turned around.

sirens boomed in the distance.

but it was too late.

brendon rushed to his brothers' side.

"dylan? c'mon dylan, wake up. wake up, buddy... dylan?"

brendon held the bleeding boy's hand and laid dylans' head in his lap.

"b-brendon?" dylan said faintly, the red liquid under his shirt spreading and seeping through.

"y-yeah, im here buddy, just stay still. you'll be okay soon. i promise."

"i love you, brendon..." dylan had said, choking his last breath out and his hand falling out of brendons.

those were the last words that dylan had said to brendon.