Running With Ghosts (H2OVanoss)

Chapter 12

[Once again, I apologize from the bottom of my heart for accidently prematurely publishing this chapter and giving everyone a heart attack a few weeks ago. But anyway, I have completed it finally. I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry in advance for the shitty writing. -w.a.l.k.]

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Songs: OBESON - Friend to an Enemy
Jaymes Young - Feel Something
Amber Run - No Answers

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"Jonathan!"

Evan was still running despite how much the cold air was killing his throat. He knew exactly where the demolished garage was because he'd stared it so many times on the map. It always stood out with a big red circle around it and an 'x' marked through it.

Please, please, please be here.

His wishes went unanswered as he approached the building that was in shambles with no way inside. Evan came to a stop and coughed around the soreness of his throat. Glancing around at the quiet streets, he called his name again.

"Jon -," he choked on the dryness of his mouth, "Jonathan!"

He was going hoarse and was on the verge of crying his heart out when a figure appeared around the corner of another building. Evan's heart rate went through the roof again when Jonathan held his hands up in confusion at the sight of him standing there in the cold, shirtless.

They met in the middle and Jonathan asked him, "What the fuck are you doing out here? You're going to catch a cold."

"I . . ." Evan paused and took a deep breath that hurt a little too much. He felt so sick to his stomach, but he had to face this head on. There was no point in lying or trying to pretend like it was a truth that didn't exist. "There's something I need to tell you and you have to promise me you won't run off or shut me out."

Jonathan pulled his brows together and shook his head, not understanding the weight of the situation or what he was about to hear, "Why the hell would I run off? What's going on?"

"Just fucking promise me!" Evan snapped and Jonathan knew something was seriously wrong.

He stepped closer and gave him an uncertain nod, "Alright . . . I promise."

Evan let out the breath he was holding and paced a few steps, rubbing at his eyes, "Fuck, I don't even know how to say it."

"How serious is this?" Jonathan wondered, thinking maybe Evan was just being himself and doing an amazing job at acting before he broke down and laughed at whatever joke he had planned. But his stomach crawled it's way up his throat each passing second Evan stood there staring at his feet, nearly sweating in the cold.

Evan swallowed, "Pretty fucking serious," he finally looked up again. "It's about Tyler."

Jonathan's eyes snapped to his and he had his full attention. His fingers twitched, "What do you mean Tyler? Tyler's de-"

"Alive." Evan corrected him and felt the world settling on his shoulders. Jonathan was having trouble processing the situation because he had opened his mouth, searching for words that wouldn't form correctly.

Jonathan took a deep breath, "He's dead."

He said it with finality but he didn't even sound sure of himself. It sounded more like a question. Evan shook his head, keeping eye contact with him to let him know he wasn't screwing around, "He's alive."