(Don't) Remember Us - An H2OVanoss Story

Chapter 15: "Gates of Hell Pt. 2"

yep. rusty all over again. sorry, guys.

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"And welcome to Plan B."

Standing there frozen, Jonathan watched Evan as he exposed the hidden secrets he had hidden well for those two years. He was sure that it was his cue to say something, and he pretty much took it.

"B-But...why would I, Evan? Why would I kill my own sister? Because...from what you told me, I saw no reason why killing her was obligatory for me," he asked timidly, afraid that his words might trigger something that would harm either his life or David's life.

"Well, she kinda liked me," Evan replied simply, leaning his weight against the nearest counter, "actually, no. She had this huge crush on me, and she asked me what I wanted from her so that I might change my mind to eventually notice her. So, I told her not to ruin my relationship with you – or, if I'm allowed to put it blatantly, I told her to fuck off and never bother with me and my lovely Jonathan. She said okay, but in one condition."

Jonathan waited, but it seemed that Evan had finished talking.

"What was it?," he inquired, urging him to tell whatever he had in store for him.

Evan smirked, putting the gun into his belt and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"She wanted to die in your hands."

Jonathan wiped his tears with his right palm, head leaning against the window of the stopped car, overlooking the bright gas station in front of him. It was tragic how all of these happened. He loved his sister, but for fuck's sake, she somehow silently wished for her brother to be stamped as a killer and snatch his boyfriend that was obviously not interested with women at all, so that was perhaps why he didn't feel anything when he shot her. Or even when he shot David. He felt nothing. Blank.

Maybe, his heart was never really meant for David.

He was stuck.

With Evan Fong.

"The cops are going to arrive soon, Jonathan," Evan said, breaking the silence once again and he pushed himself off the counter, looking down at the immobile David, "we don't have forever. It's now or never."

Jonathan clenched his fists. He wanted to claw onto Evan's chest so bad and tell him that he was being a goddamn jerk that Hell would definitely accept him with open arms. He wanted to rage – throw every kitchen utensil he could find at Evan and leave him bleeding to death. He wanted to wreck Evan's life like how the other did to his life. He wanted to–

"Yes."

–forget and tell Evan how much he wanted his old life back.

Evan's head snapped up, staring at Jonathan like he was crazy.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that," he taunted, walking towards Jonathan and looked at him closely in the eye, "and if you'd like to tell me what that word was for, I'd be happy to wait. Even until the police arrive."

"I said yes, Evan Fong," the other replied, and he winced inwardly at how soft that sounded, "it's an answer for your proposal."

"So, are you saying that you're taking back your 'we're not even in a relationship anymore' speech?"

Jonathan sighed. He was, indeed, pathetic. The desperation was tangible in every word he said.

"Yes. Yes, I am, Evan."

"Hey, I got you your favorite banana milk. Cheer up, my gorgeous fiancé," Evan's voice suddenly broke his thought as he slipped back into the driver seat, handing him a small bottle of banana milk and gave him a sympathetic smile, "don't worry, you'll be able to wrap your head around the situation soon. Take your time."

Jonathan reluctantly pushed himself off the window and accepted the banana milk. It was weird how drastic Evan's persona had changed. He was a psychotic, cold-blooded killer thirty minutes ago, but now? A caring fiancé, with an all-smile face and radiating joyful aura around him, as if nothing big had happened between them.

"Thank you," he croaked it out, so that nothing would trouble him anymore. Nothing about killing his own sister two years ago. Nothing about putting the could-be-beautiful two years of life together at stake. Nothing about wasting Evan's life behind the bars. Nothing.

Evan looked at Jonathan through the rearview mirror, giving him a smile of relief now while he was buckling up his own seatbelt. "Anything for you, love," he said meekly, and Jonathan swore he would cry if his state wasn't this fucked up.

But, perhaps this was the life that was written for him, after all.

Evan, Jonathan, and the banana milk in his hand.

Jonathan fluttered his eyes close.

They had finally found their happy ending...

...right?

FIN

[ p.s. there'll be an epilogue but i'm putting this book on complete. thank you for all of you who kept on following this book from the very start 'till the very end :-) i love you all<3 ]