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Brendon Urie: Until Nothing Matters

Brendon's POV:

There's a girl, and every guy has one, that you just can't stop staring at. She might not be particularly special on the surface to everyone else, but to you, oh god is she perfect. She's beautiful through and through as far as you can see, and fuck what anyone else thinks. Every time you look at her, you can feel those butterflies start to flutter, hear your heart beat speed up and start pumping in your ears and see your own face slowly shift into a concerning shade of red. But you don't stop. As much as you don't want her to catch you, you can't pull your eyes away. And why would you? Someone as perfect as her only comes along once in a life time. Sometimes those feelings you get just by looking at her profile picture on Facebook are the best you've ever felt, and sometimes they're the worst. Either way, you still feel them.
If she's yours, then feeling that way is everything. If she's not, then it sucks. If she was and now isn't, I can't think of a worse feeling, my friend.
She used to catch you staring and smile, her own lighter blush creeping up to tint her wonderful face, because if she's being honest- and I mean one hundred percent- she only caught you because she was about to stare back. And if she's telling the whole truth, she loves it when you stare.
After you lose her, she catches you and her soft features harden, her once sweet face now a vision of contempt as she scowls and scoffs at you before turning away.
Then you can hear your heart stop, feel those butterflies die and see your own face fall. And honestly, it makes you wish you were dead. And you'll never know that she misses you until it doesn't matter anymore.

Y/Ns POV:

There's a guy, and every girl has one, who makes you die inside every time you look at him. To everyone else, he may be rather plain, but to you, he may as well have been carved by angels.
Your heart thumps like a herd of horses galloping inside your head, your stomach fills with a swarm of butterflies that just want to be feel and your face flushes rosy red. But you don't stop looking. How could you pull your face away from someone so perfect?
When he was yours, you'd stare at him just to feel this way. Before that, you'd do your best not to, but be gravitated to him anyway like he was the only person in the room and after he was yours, it was the same as before, but you wished you could die.
He used to see you looking and chuckle that deep throaty laugh only he could pull off and peck your cheek. Now he catches you and he rolls his eyes, flipping you off as he turns to his friends. And your heart drops, your face goes pale and the butterflies die: and you wanted to do the same.
And you'll never know he went through the same. Not until it didn't matter anymore.

Third Person POV:

He would move on, and so would she, both still staring at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking and both giving the same reactions when they caught the other in the act they were about to commit.
Sure, they loved their partners and would probably be stuck with them until the end, but they loved each other even more. Neither would admit it, and they both thought it easier that way, but their feelings always remained the same.
Until nothing mattered.