Our Own Ending (Jeffmads Punk!Thomas and Nerd!James)

-24- James

(Memories will be in this text)
"Please answer m-me!" I start shaking and Thomas falls back. I stand over him and lift his head up, "T-Thomas please.."
I start crying harder and hugged him. He feels so lifeless and cold. I close my eyes and scream.
"Thomas wake up!"
My vision starts to get blurry from tears.
Nurses rush in and take him away. I stay in the hospital room and stare at the place Thomas was.
After a hour, I call Eliza. She always makes me feel better about myself. Maybe should make me feel better about my boyfriend dying. I dial her number, which was hard because I couldn't stop crying and shaking.
"James?" She answers after two calls.
"Eliza...Thomas is d-d-d-" I can't say it, I can't believe it, I don't want to believe it.
"James please calm down, I coming to get you." She hangs up and I look over.
I see Thomas' jacket. Hesitantly, I grab it and put it on. It smells like him, I take a moment to take in the smell.
I take deep breaths and count to 10. Thomas always told me to do that when I started panicking. The doctor gives me the hospital bill and escorts me out of the room. I sit outside the hospital now and bury myself in Thomas' jacket.
"James!" I look up to see Eliza running to me, "Oh my god..."
I stand up, "He's gone..a-and I didn't get to tell him everything I wanted to tell him.." I wanted to tell him
everything. How much I cared for him.
"Here lets go home.." She takes my hand and takes me to her car. I get in and close the door.
She starts driving and I stare out the window. We past tall buildings and crowds of people, the usual things you would see in New York.
Thomas would always drive, sometimes he would hum a song. I take a deep breath and look at Eliza. She's driving silently, no humming or tapping like Thomas.
We start to drive up to Thomas' house, "Could you stop here?" I say quietly and look away from her.
"Yeah...go ahead." I get out and walk up to his house. I see the steps where I fell once. I walk inside and the smell of weed mixed with cologne. I walk past the dirty kitchen. Thomas never did the dishes. I make it to the end out of the hallway. The same hallway I ran down when Thomas kissed me for the first time. I open his door. Here it is. The last place that has Thomas' essence.
I sit on his bed. I remember this was place we had our first kiss.
Suddenly, in my surprise he kisses me. My stomach tightened and my hands grab the sheets. Slowly I close my eyes, then hesitantly kiss back. We lean back, now he was on top of me. I break the kiss. Holy fuck, I just did that.
"James, I-" I cut him off and push him off of me, quickly I grab my phone and run out of the room.
I smile a bit and go to his closet. It's pretty empty since most of his clothes are at my house. I see in a old leather jacket in the back of the closet. It was the one he wore when we first met.
"Hey, watch where you're fucking going," A tall man in a leather jacket and black hair looks down at me, he has a piercing in his lip. He's at first frowning, but when he looks at me he smirks.
"S-S-Sorry I wasn't p-paying attention," I look away and walk past him, not wanting to look at the gorgeous man anymore...
I take the jacket with me and take his pillow too. I look out the window and unlock it. For some reason it was locked, what was weird because Thomas never locks his window. He says, I mean, he said that it helps him air out the smell of weed.
I also get his blanket and walk out to Eliza's car. When I walk back out to the kitchen and see a woman. She turns around and looks at me. She had Thomas' eyes, but had much lighter skin.
"Are you James?" She walks towards me and I look away.
"Y-Yes, sorry is it ok if I keep these things?" I motioned to the things in my hands.
She smiles, "Yes you can..you know Thomas always talked about you when I would call. He talked about how perfect you were.." She placed a hand on my shoulder and I look away awkwardly.
"I-I should go back to my friend's car.." Quickly I walk out and Eliza drives me home.
Now, I'm home..alone. There's no Thomas to greet me with a kiss or a hug. I set everything down and find Thomas' pills on my coffee table. I wipe my tears and open the bottle.
I take a handful and put it in my mouth. I didn't take the time to write a note or clean up.
I swallow and fall down, close my eyes slowly.
"I guess this'll be our own ending Thomas..."
Fin.