Breng Me Naar Het Water (English) A Randy Fanfic

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"In de vroegte van de morgen"
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"Please, please don't leave me,' he whispered, his blue eyes filled with tears. "I would never do that, Andy,' I whispered.

"Promise me you won't leave."

"I promise you, Andy, I will never leave you. I love you and you are the best thing that has happened to me."

Andy nodded to me, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

"Don't cry, sweetie,' I whispered. "I'm here and I will always be."

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Rye's POV

Slowly, my eyes flutter open and I close them immediately, blinded by the light. Then I realise what day it is. Today is the last day I will have Andy by my side, today is the last day I will be able to kiss him, to cuddle with him, to see him smile, to hear his voice.

A tear escapes from my eye and I feel it rolling down. With a soft sound, it hits the pillow. I slowly shake my head to clear my mind. I shouldn't be crying, Andy chose for this.

After I had found him lying in a pool of his own blood, he confessed what he wanted. His only wish was to leave this world. But he hadn't done it before, because he didn't want to hurt me.

I had told him to think about himself and to decide for himself what was best. And he chose to die. Today was the day he would die.

A small movement makes me look down at the person next to me. Andy's blonde hair is messy and his eyes are still closed.

I watch him sleep and think about all the great things we have done together. How we once started as a duo in a band, called RoadTrip. How we had trialists and how Brooklyn, Mikey and Jack entered the band.

We have had an amazing four years together, but it was coming to an end. After today, nothing would be the same.

The world was about to lose an angel and there was nothing we could do about it.

Andy moves again, facing me now, his eyes still closed. I watch the face that has become so precious to me, waiting for those blue eyes to open up and sparkle for one last time.

Trying not to wake him up, I lay down on my side. Some of his hair falls over his eyes and I carefully strike it back. His hair is so soft and it's turning quite long.

I roll over to my other side, to pick up my phone. I put it on and see it's 7:34 AM. A sigh leaves my mouth and I open my camera.

I focus it on Andy, knowing this is one of the last pictures I'm going to make of him. That's why I make as many as possible, from all sides.

Eventually, his eyes flutter open and he stares right into my soul. I quickly make some more pictures before laying down next to him again.

"Good morning, love," I murmur, carefully placing a hand on his cheek and I place a kiss on his lips.