30 Day OTP Challenge

#13 When The Vultures Sing Tonight, I'm Gonna Join Right In (Kellic)

Kellin came home late that night.

He was drunk, I think, he just passed out on the couch.

I tried to wake him up, I really did.

But he wouldn't.

I turned him over, frowned at his pale face.

His lips were almost blue, he had gone into the winter wind with no jacket. His eyes were closed. His cheeks were sunken, the smudges under his eyes even more visible.

I figured I should let him sleep.

In the morning, I went downstairs, expecting him to groan and grumble about his hangover.

Expecting him to be okay.

What I was greeted with is something I'll never erase from my mind.

His feet were about a foot above the ground, his hands clasped together. His head and shoulders were bowed, as though the weight of his shame and sorrow were pressing him down.

I walked over and lifted a shaking hand to his face.

Ice cold.

I felt a tear fall from my eye as I slowly pulled his hands from the rope. A piece of paper fluttered out.

I paused for a moment, torn, but eventually sank to my knees and shakily unfolded the note.

Vic, I love you.

That was all it said.

I looked up at him and slowly got to my feet.

I untied the noose around his neck.

I wrapped my arms around him.

And I cried.

Woah I uploaded.