Ready bitches? 'Cause were gonna get realllll deep in this chapter (Into hearts and souls, I mean 😜)
That moment came upon them on November 13, at 11:48 pm. It was dark. It was almost morning, and that kiss came soft and smooth. Those tears stopped falling, those scars stopped coming, and they was beautiful. It was beautiful while it lasted. He was beautiful. He was beautiful. He was never going to let go of him, never letting that moment on November 13, 11:48 pm disappear. It was the thing, he decided, that he would know was pure and real and beautiful when he died.
"Hey Ev, do you have a sharpie?"
*time skip...............................*
"Okay- Murphy, right?"
"Yeah. Connor Murphy." Connor gritted his teeth. He could do this. He stood up slowly and leaned against the wall.
"Mr. Murphy, we're recommending you for physical and mental therapy. The government requires us to give you the following antidepressants and medications: citalopram, amytriptyline..."
"Dr. Philliton, I assure you, I don't need any of those." Connor waved him away, and then turned to walk weakly out of the room.
"Mr. Murphy—"
"I don't need it!"
Connor awkwardly covered his mouth. He had just yelled. Loudly. Connor turned and fled.
Room 203... 205... 207... HA!
Connor opened the door to Room 209.
There was his angel.
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Evan remembered waking up feeling a terrible sense of grief and panic. He remembered Connor's screaming voice. He remembered blood. Too much blood.
The scent of fear in the air.
And then the cracking in his leg.
And pain and then, darkness.
Evan looked at the cast around his ankle and leg. Fern, another one. Maybe Connor would sign this one too... wait, no.
Evan remembered Jared.
Then suddenly the door opened and some pale, tall guy with long brown hair said,
"Love, how are you feeling?"
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"Love, how are you feeling?"
"CONNOR!"
Evan jumped forward to give his boyfriend a hug, but stopped short. "AaaaH! FERN! My- owwwoW!" Connor laid Evan down and straightened his foot. "Are you okay? Love, answer me..."
Evan smiled weakly and kissed Connor softly. "I-i-i'm okay."
Connor kissed back. "I missed you so damn much, Evan. I'm sorry." Connor found hot tears on his face, and Evan's too. Evan wiped away Connor's tears gently. "Ssssshhhh, I love you."
Evan was sitting up now. Connor wrapped his arms around Evan. "I missed you."
*time skip*
November 13, 4:24 pm
Connor lay still next to Evan. Their breathing rose and fell. They were sleeping, Connor's arms around Evan. Evan's hands were in Connor's hair, his lips at Connor's cheek.
November 13, 9:17 pm
"Oh, shit!" Said Connor loudly.
Evan laughed. "We can go to the orchard and eat cookies for dinner."
Connor laughed with him. "Don't climb any trees."
November 13, 11:48 pm
They lay still on the ground. Connor's arms were around Evan. Evan's hands stroked Connor's hair. Connor felt the clunky cast on Evan's ankle. Saw the crutches. Evan smiled softly, and Connor melted. "Hey, Connie, look at the sky!" Whispered Evan.
"Holy SHIT!"
The sky was a beautiful indigo speckled softly with a thousand little stars, like the freckles on Evan's face. The moon was almost full and glowed yellow against the blue.
And they just held on to each other and took in the view.
Connor smiled. He could lay here, with Evan, for forever.
The cast knocked softly into Connor's leg and Connor realized something had to be done.
"Hey Ev, do you have a sharpie?"
And this time Connor wrote next to his name—
Dear Evan Hansen,
You are the sun that lights my sky, that I would be nothing without. Don't ever forget I love you forever.
Sincerely,
Me
That was so deep and beautiful *sobs* IM NOT CRYING
I met my quota of 400 words
Love you all! ❤️
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You Are Not Alone (Sequel to For Forever)
FanfictionThe sequel to For Forever, my original Treebros fic! I will do my best to have at least 400 words per chapter, and update every day! HOW DO I WRITE LIKE IM RUNNING OUT OF TIME