Paultryk (Paul X Patryk)

Goodbye

It was shining bright today at Dirdum Lane. The weather is also clear, no rain, no brightness that could burn your eyes, no snow, eh? What's that in the air? Oh, it's a plane.
Possibly there's nothing bad could happen if there's a plane- WoaH IT FEELLL DOWNNN AND CRASHES!

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Paul and Patryk is now at the plane. Possibly doing their mission, after all that's what their jobs are right? They're also trusted soldiers so, they don't want to disappoint their leader.

Paul raises his micro binocular Google and looks at the sky in front of them. Nothing. He thought. Patryk, on the other side, is doing his work as a co-pilot (or pilot??). He just controls a plane with one single f*cking leaver. Like wow, how bad ass is that?? Uh, anyway-
"ICEBERG! Dead ahead!!" Oh wow Paul, I never knew a grump ass like you would actually be a smart ass, of course I told you from the first they're at a sh*ting plane!
"We.... Are in a plane..." dumbass.
"Oh yeah....." exclaimed Paul. He blushed a little, embarrassed, by his, uh utterly logical... smartness? Anywho.
"CLOUDBERG!"

Ah, damn Paul why did you spawn the cloudberg?

Dramatic plane crash falling. . . . . . . .

#2

It was dark and gloomy, but oh, it's just Patryk closing his goddamn eyes. Open your eyes dammit!
".......Mmh? Ooooaooooahh....." Great, now you're moaning.. get up now, and
"........?" What is it now, Patryk?
".....no....N-no....!!" He exclaimed in a panic tone filled with fear thoughts and such.
"Nonono no! No!!" He speculates around searching for Paul. Ah, great, broken couples, or uh.... separated couples?
"......p-pat? P-patty?"
"P-paul!" Patryk stumbled closer to the source of the sound and there he sees.

Paul's corpse. Not dead, but stuck.
"Patryk?!"
"PAUL! YOU... YOUR EYES ARE GONE! AND YOUR LEG! C-CAN YOU....FREE YOUR LEG...or maybe feel it?"
"No, I can't, it's shut tight.. I can't even move my body. I feel paralysed. Patryk listen to me"
"No, I am NOT leaving you alone! Not until what you did to me last time! I want to repay you... you saved me.."
"Patryk-"
"Is there any sharp objects so I could.... imputate you...?"
"Patryk please-"
"Paul! This will hurt a lot so stay sti-"
"PATRYK! LISTEN TO ME FOR F*CKING ONCE!!"
"PAUL, I PROMISED NOT TO LEAVE YOU DIE! NOT ALONE-"
"PATRYK!! I BEG OF YOU, GO SAVE YOURSELF! GET OUT OF THIS PLACE THAT IS ABOUT TO GODDAMN F*CKING EXPLODE "
"F*CK NO, PAUL! I-I..... I don't... Under....stand.....?"
"Patryk I - I'm sorry to yell at you... I just... want you to be save, now go! Before this stupid crashing plane explode!"
"Your eyes are gone Paul! Your legs are stuck! How can I leave you in this kind of situa-"
"I DONT F*CKING CARE, I CARE YOU MORE PATRYK! I.... I really do...."
"...........but I don't wanna let go"
"Why.... Are you so.... protective for me? I... thought that you...."
"Of course I did Paul! I... I lov-"
"GO NOW!"
"Wha-" the plane made a weird radiating (um?) Noise. Paul pushed Patryk out of the window. Before Patryk could even say goodbye he ran, sobbing, grabbing his throbbed chest.

And there the plane explode
(R.I.P Paul Ter Voorde 2004-6969)

But!
Patryk froze. He froze halfway and the explosion almost got him. How was he saved? Tord pulled him.
"Patryk... I... am sorry about Paul... I... I know I'm a bad leader. I shouldn't have been the leader, should I? Heh. I didn't even save him. I just. Couldn't  make it in time. Sorry, again. Patryk maybe you should go search for another lea-" Before tord spoke up to continue his word Patryk hugged him tightly not leaving a single space between them. He cries to his shoulder . Sobbing and whispering.
I'm sorry too, I'm sorry too...
Repeatedly

"Say, why don't we check for his corpse?"
"S-sure..." replied Patryk. Sniffing and sobbing.
What a sober day

All that was found was Paul's cigar and coat. Well, half burnt coat. At least it's not as sh*tty as dirty clothes that b**ches wears.

Patryk cherished the coat to his chest. Crying to it not letting it go.
"Paul... I'm sorry I couldn't save you the way you save me. How could I ever repay you...?"
Tord watches Patryk with a sad face too. He didn't cry because he doesn't like it. But, seeing his trusted soldier die and the other one cry for him, it's just.... hard to handle.

"Come on Patryk, we'll Bury his corpse now"
".....ok.."

Patryk's usual cheerful face faded in a rain. They both watches sadly on Paul's grave. It was, surprisingly, rainy day. Perfect for a cliche kind of sad story huh?
Well.... I guess this is it? Fate!

Goodbye