Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

6) It Wouldn't Have Been The Same

Made: 2/9/2019
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AU: Soulmates

Ship: Kleinsen

Warnings: Much Angst and Major Character Death/Suicide

*My Motivation Has Left The Chat*

I Don't Know What To Name This Help

Evans POV (First Person)

"Hansen?" Someone called, though I couldn't hear it. It sounded as if it were under water. When I did try to speak it came out as a strangled noise, I wanted to cry but I was left with nothing but a burning sensation behind my eyes. Gray spots clouded my vision as the color drained from the world around me. "Hansen?" I flinched when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I-I need to go." The teacher looked at me strangely but nodded slowly as I practically leaped from my seat and ran out the door, the only thing I could choke out being 'no's' and 'this isn't real.' My breathing was ragged and uneven as I sprinted towards the Kleinman household. 

I didn't bother knocking before I slammed the door open, earning a startled look from Mrs. Kleinman, who asked 'what was wrong.' Sprinting up the stairs, I opened every door in the hallway before there was only one left. The bathroom. 

I raised my hand to the doorknob, shaking violently as I hesitantly pushed it open. 

There was so much blood. It coated the walls, the floors, and it trailed all the way from the boy in the corner to where I stood. Gun in hand, Jared slouched against the sink staring at the wall, devoid of emotion. 

I threw up.

That was apparently all it took to get Mrs. Kleinman rushing up the stairs, letting out an ear-piercing scream as she reached the bathroom. I fell to my knees, unable to tear my eyes away from the boy in front of me. Sobbing heavily, she fled the room, presumably to call 911.

I glanced at the gun in his hand, my breathing scattered as I quickly took it into my hand and pressed it up against my forehead. I placed a quick kiss to his lips, which were cold and lifeless against mine. Obviously not Jared anymore. 

"Eva-" That was all I heard before I felt an unreal amount of pain shoot through my skull. 

No One's POV

A News reporter straightened the papers in his hands against the wooden desk, a grim expression cast across his face as he spoke. "Two boys, Jared Will Kleinman, and Mark Evan Hansen were pronounced dead yesterday at 3:36 pm. Their death has been dubbed as a suicide until further investigation."

Jared intertwined their hands together as they watched their friends comfort one another, most sobbing inconsolably, a sad smile on his face. "You really should have stayed Evan." He sighed a bit, resting his head on the shorter boys shoulder. "It wouldn't have been the same."

This entire oneshot was a large pile of complete and utter fuckery and bad writing.