Pete's  p.o.v

I pushed Patricks strawberry blonde hair out of the way of his calming ocean eyes.

I gently held his delicate face; his cheeks red, puffy and tear stained.

But he was still gorgeous.

I pulled him in closer and pushed our trembling lips together.

His leaky eyes closed as we stayed with our lips together, sinking into eachother.

He is my one and only forever, and whoever hurts him will have to pay.

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