Candlelight ; Peterick/Geetrick

35; BLUE

Super short.

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'It's raining everytime I open my eyes.'

I am currently sitting on the corner of my kitchen when I hear the door opens, then closes again.

I yell out, "Look, if y-you're a b-burgler, there's literally n-nothing to steal h-here. Everything valuable i-is broken."

Even my sanity, my conscience and my heart.

"I'm not a burgler, fucking hell Patrick. What the actual fuck happened in here?"

Pete?

I quickly scramble up and run to him. The fabric of my shirt grazes on the burns whenever I move. It hurts. I see him with a box, putting the last of his things in it. Even his candle. My lifeline candle.

"P-Pete." I choke out, walking up to touch him but he steps back, glaring at me.

"Not one more step or I'll throw these at you."

I nod, staying a few feet away from him. "C-can we talk about t-this?"

"Do you know how this fucking hard to take it all in? I found out the whole shit from Mikey, Patrick. And you know what I can say from all the bullshit that happened to you? To Gerard? To me?" Pete puts down the box and folds his arms to his chest. "You don't deserve anything. You're a heartless piece of shit, and I don't give a single fuck if you're my soulmate. You played with everyone's feelings. And now, who's left alone crying?"

He points a stern finger at me. "You. I hope you're satisfied from all the shitty things you did. The only trophy you deserve is catastrophe."

I don't want to listen to him anymore. I'm so scared of him. But I want him to stay.

"Pete, please I-"

"No, FUCK YOU! Fuck you and your fucking alter ego! That's such a bullshit reason! Did you really believe that you're far different from Jason? You two are one person. If he's an asshole, you're an asshole too. Patrick, you're so fucking stupid if you committed to that."

But he isn't an alter ego... He's different from me! He's the bad one!

He takes the small cactus from the windowsill and puts it in the box, then picks the whole thing again and walks pass me.

I don't want to lose him. I don't want to lose Pete.

You already did.

"Please d-don't go." I whisper, following him. He stops by the front. He turns to me one last time before slamming the door.

"Why don't you just drop dead?"