Chapter 10

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 A/N:

sorry i havn't upload but it's not my fault!!

wattpad was an ass and it almost deleted my profile and everything that connects to it goddamit.

i have a feeling it's not the last word from wattpad team so i'm scared to finish the chapter open so it's really short.

sorry but now i have three fucking weeks vacation (thank you god and all the Jews who survived Egypt)

 

enjoy!

After Dan and Phil went home from Chris's, Pj packed his bag.

"I don't want to bother you" that was he's excuse for leaving Chris all by himself.

He wanted to tell him that he did the opposite but he just couldn't.

Chris even understand that Pj wanted to getaway. even if Chris could he'll runaway from himself.

"I'm going now. try to get some sleep" He said to Chris who was begging in his heart to Pj to not leaving him alone.

Pj hugged Chris and hoped in his heart he'll tell him to stay, he was worried and scared leaving him.

but Chris said nothing so Pj closed the front door and headed to the train station.

Chris lay down and closed his eyes after he saw Pj's shadow disappear through the window.

Pj couldn't stop think about Chris. his behaviour.. should he call him? no. 

he left him so he wouldn't bother him. besides, he is probably asleep.

Chris opened his eyes quickly.

did he fell asleep? 

he looked at the clock on his wall. 

it said it's 7 pm. so quickly? 

so he did fell asleep.

Chris thank in his heart it was a dreamless sleep and went to take a shower. 

he took off his clothes. they were soaked in blood. his blood.

he took off the badges slowly showing all of his deep and a bit bloody cuts.

He sighed and opened the water. 

Chris breathed heavily to the touch of the cold water.

he felt awake.

Pj fell asleep thinking about Chris.

he even dreamed about Chris.

he dreamed that Chris was going to jump of a building and Pj didn't do anything beside watching him fall in loops.

Over and over again and as it keeps going, Pj get less panicked and more bored.

He woke up two stations before his and as he got off he could feel the cold air hitting his face.

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