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"Heh... I love you so much." Travis confessed. Zane giggled lightly, blushing under his mask.
"I love you too." Zane replied. Travis leaned over the table and ave Zane a peck on the lips. Once Travis sat back down in his seat, there was an echo of a gun. Zane's eyes widened as he saw blood on the table. It wasn't just anybody's blood... It was Travis'.
"TRAVIS!" Zane cried out.
Everyone glanced at Travis and Zane in awe, the shooter out of sight. Zane looked around.
"SOMEBODY! CALL 911!" Zane screamed.
"I love you..." Travis coughed, "I.. I love you, Zaney."
Travis then hit the table, making the silverware shake. A glass tipped over and dampened Travis' hair.
Zane's heart rate sped up faster than ever before.
The paramedics ran into the cafe, them rushing to Travis.
"We'll get him to safety." A paramedic assured.
Travis was hoisted onto a gurney then escorted into the ambulance.
Zane's heart shattered as he saw the ambulance drive off with Travis in it, sirens wailing and everything. Zane looked out the window and saw not a single sign of the shooter. The only sign was the broken window. Zane got up and made his way to the door, stepping into his car.
Zane planted his hands on the wheel and started to wail. He started to dry heave from crying so much. The thighs of his pants were soaked due to the amount of tears that were flowing from his eyes. Zane pulled himself together long enough to make it to the hospital. He had to.
When Zane got to Travis' room, he found Travis in a hospital bed with IVs in his arms. Travis was engulfed in a TV show, "How long was it until I got here?" Zane asked. Travis looked up at Zane and sighed briefly, "An hour and a half." He replied. "How was.." Zane took a breath, his mind racing in all different directions, "How was surgery?" Zane asked. Travis tore his eyes from the TV show, "'Bout an hour.." He informed.
Zane's mouth opened as he's about to say something, but something cut him off from saying what was about to flow from his lips.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Zane rushed over to Travis' side.
Beep
Beep
Beep
That was the only sound Travis heard until it went dead. The monitor stopped beating, along with Travis' slowing heart. Travis heard Zane's cries from behind him, "DOCTORS. HELP HIM!" Zane cried out. Nobody came to Travis' rescue. "I..." Travis gasped for air, "I love you," He paused once again, "Zane..." Travis' vision then went black as his senses started to fade. Zane's cries soon vanish into dust as nothing can be heard.
Travis died...
In the hands of a murderer.
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A/N: I know this started out bad, but it'll get better! Just wait and see :3 ~Car
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Sound Of The Monitor •Zanvis FF•
FanfictieTravis Valkrum- A Business Worker. Zane Ro'Meave- A Journalist. BAM! BAM! BAM! That's the sound of a gun. A gun shooting bullets. That's what shattered Zane's heart when he saw Travis; his boyfriend, on the table, unconscious. What will happen when...