♚Perfect Tragedy♚||emon<Minizerk||

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Simons pov
"Get the fuck up." Vik hissed at me, the sun squeezing through my blinds.
"What do you want." I grumbled in response, looking over to him.
"Why did you come in so early?" His eyebrows were raised, and he had a disappointed expression set on his Carmel face.
"Me and Ethan got in an argument." I shrugged, and his frown lines deepened. There was a knock on the front door, and I heard josh open it.
"It's the mail man!" He shouted up to us, and we ran down the stairs. He handed us out piles, and the first thing I noticed was a letter from The halo tower. I opened it and seen Ethan's hand writing. My heart sped up as I ripped open the note, my eyes scanning through the words.
Dear simon,

When you read this, I'll be dead. Gone forever from your grasp. But I don't think you will actually care. Because I don't think you actually loved me. You say you did, but why did we have to keep it from the guys? Was it really love? Or was I just convenient? I see how you look at josh. The way you speak about me when we recorded with the guys. You don't know how much loving you hurt me. Then, then you accused me of cheating
Of Doing these things I never did
That was our last of many fights
Because simon
I couldn't do it anymore
I didn't want to deal with the pain
The heartbreak and pity
I hope you never loved me
I hope you rot in hell
I hope you're happy with josh
We all knew he was who you really loved
But Simon
Just know that I was always love you
And your gorgeous ocean eyes
that made me fall in love with you
that first day we met

I was always a sucker for blue eyes

                                                 Love,
                                                   Behz
My eyes shot up to the others, my eyes filling with tears. Joshes hands were trembling as he held his own letter. I snatched it from his hands, doing the same that I did with mine.

Josh,

You were a great friend in the beginning
I don't think you know the affect you had on my life
Well, now that's just the opposite
You stole Simon from me
Look at me sounding like a little kid
You took the only thing that made me feel alive and twisted him into something that I hate
But I can't hate him
But I can hate you
You probably love him
Understandable
As I said in simons,
I'm most likely dead now
And yes,
You can blame yourself
Because you knew how much I love
Simon
And still
You decided to do what you did
And don't say you didn't do anything
You became his muse
He was intoxicated by you
I hope you got what you wanted.

Yours truly,
Behz

Everything in me shattered as I reread every word of the letter. I felt myself standing up and going to the garage. Vik and josh had followed, both of them breathing hard and shaky. We got in the car, Josh driving because he was the most trusted for it. When we got to his flat, my body dropped at his door, knocking hard. No answer. Again. No answer. I rushed to Harry's flat, tears streaming down my face as I thought of what would be behind his door. I knew Harry had a spare key to Ethan's place, so I pushed any thought I had last night and knocked on the door, hurriedly explaining what was on. He picked up the key and ran to Ethan's door with me. Once he pushed it open, everything went in slow motion.
As the boys checked every room in his flat, they started to think that maybe this was a false alarm and he was gone with someone. They approached his office with false hope, the door sliding open and revealing Ethan's crumpled body against his bean bag. He looked as if he was asleep, but the pills scattered around him spoke other wise. Simon couldn't take it, dropping next to Ethan and shaking him, tears falling down his cheeks as his heart shattered. He couldn't help but think about the fight last night, about all the fights they had that led up to this. The others boys surrounded the devastated boy, tears all trickling down there face, the look of shock evident in their eyes. They didn't want to tell the others, they didn't even want this to be a reality. Of course they didn't, they just lost one of their best mates just a day before their 4 year anniversary of the sidemen. And with the thought of that, the guys got on their knees, crying on top of their dead friend.
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Okay, so most of the boys know. But what will happen now that he's gone? How will Simon take out his emotions?