"Patrick, I'm scared." You said, watching Patrick out the candles.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay." He assured you, kissing the top of your head.
"But, the end is near..."
"And we'll go there, together. I promise you (Y/N), I'm not leaving you. We're in love." You sighed, barely making out Patrick's figure in the pitch black. Patrick got in the bed next to you and pulled your back into his chest. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck and let out a deep, shaky breath.
"Are you okay Tricky?" You asked.
"I just...I don't want to imagine life without you." Patrick confessed.
"Neither do I." You mumbled before letting the pitch dark room beckon you to sleep.
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Fall Out Boy Imagines 2
أدب الهواةAll the cuteness, all the drama, all the laughter, and all the sadness. It just couldn't all fit in the last book.
