Angels {Brendon Urie/Panic! At The Disco} -COMPLETED-

Letters

‘’Natasha, where the hell are you?!’’ I heard Ryan’s voice screaming at me from the other end of the phone.

‘’San Francisco’’ I answered, eating a chip from my KFC box.

I heard him sigh, ‘’Why did you leave? Dallon’s crying! Like, legit crying!’’

‘’I’m sorry alright? I just needed to get away…stuff happened’’ I sighed.

‘’Like what? Stuff with Brendon? That kid’s not spoke to any of us all day! I don’t even know where the hell he is!’’

‘’Well I-‘’

‘’John get off me you freak’’.

‘’Well I, I’m sorry. If he shows up, let me know. I have to go’’.

I put the phone down and turned it off. I finished my dinner and decided that I should start to unpack my things. I was staying in a friends old apartment until I could find a place of my own. I walked into my new room and opened the box that was on my bed. I’d already put my clothes away, I just needed to put the bed sheets on and un-pack all my little things.

Right on top of the box was the box that Brendon had persuaded me to make. I set it down next to my bed, I didn’t dare open it.  I sorted out all my other things, like pictures, candles, ornaments, my laptop and desk equipment, everything. Just when I thought I’d got to the bottom and finished, there was an envelope. It was crisp and new, so God knows how it got in there.

I sat down on my bed and gently tore it open. I slid out the sheet of paper and unfolded it.

‘Natasha,

If you’re reading this, then you’ve got my letter and it’s not fallen out your box.

I just wanted to apologise for what I said. It wasn’t right and…I understand that it wasn’t what you needed right then. I really am sorry. I didn’t want you to leave…this is crazy, but you’re everything to me. I’ve always loved you, Tash, always.

This isn’t a trick to get you to come home, because I want you to be happy, wherever you are. I don’t care who your with, where you are, what you’re doing, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy too. I just want the best for you. I want to care for you and bring you breakfast in bed when you get upset. I didn’t mean what I said in a mean way, we all get upset sometimes. I guess I was just too afraid to admit it. I’m crying as I’m writing this. I miss you Natasha, I miss you a lot.

Love, Brendon.’

*a/n sorry that this chapter was so short! The next one will be longer so yeah, don't give up on me:3 

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