(Completed (mainly) The DSAF'S Book Of Randomness 2

I Love You, Dumbass Simon×Mike

AN- Simon belongs to Lucarioishere Please, if you haven't seen any of their books then you HAVE to check them out. They're one of my favorite writers. If you haven't read 'A Guard's Life, up to Valentine's And Lots Of Love at least, this this will contain spoilers. Basically this will be when the 1st location was burned down and Simon tried to take the easy way out. Why? Because I'm dark! It will be just like it, except some more angst and fluff.

Warnings (I need to start remembering to add this to all oneshots)
Swearing (A lot, this is Mike after all)
Suicidal thoughts
Attempted Suicide
Angst

I'll probably soon enough write a disastrous date for these two, where Old Sport and Dave mess it up. Anyway! Let's get to it!

Simon felt afraid. I mean, he was almost always afraid, but he was more terrified than afraid. His location was burnt down, he was going back.

He could feel his breathing get a bit quicker. He was screwed, there was nothing he could do. He was going to go back to the factory. He sobbed.

He didn't want to! He wanted to stay with Mike! He felt himself break down. Then, he had a horrible idea.

'I can't stay here, and I'll die if I go back. So maybe, there's only way out.'

The Factory would execute him, since they know he purposely burned down the restaurant. Well, they would torture him first, but it would eventually lead to his death. But, if he killed himself now, it would be peaceful.

He made up his mind. He walked into his room and got something out of his dresser. A rope. Before Mike came along, he was honestly considering it.

So he had put it in his drawer just in case he would stop being a pussy. He wasn't too good at making a noose, but as long as it held for long enough he didn't much care. Once it was finished, he hung it up on his Living Room fan.

He didn't realize how bad he was sobbing until now. But before he stepped on the chair, he realized that Mike deserved an explanation. So he grabbed a piece of paper, a pencil, and began to write.

Dear Mike,

I know you're the only one who will see this, no one else cares after all. Well, Jeremy does but we all know he won't go to my house. You're probably wondering what's going on. Well, it's my last day. And then it's back to the factory. Since I burnt down my own location, I'll be executed. They'll torture me until I can't move, then put me in an electric chair. And that'll be the end. I... don't want to die like that. I want to stay here with you, but that's not possible. This isn't some Fairytale. This is real life, and in real life there is no happily ever after. Especially for me. Do me a favor? Watch over Jeremy, and take care of yourself? I know I don't act like it all the time, but you just being there makes me feel better and less scared. Goodbye Mike.

From P-

He stopped, realizing this was the last thing he would ever write.

Love, Simon

He knew a few tears had fallen into the paper, but it didn't much matter.

He walked to his front door, grabbed a thumbtack, and put it on the front.

He wanted him to at least be prepared for what was coming. He stepped on the chair, tears flooding his vision. He wasn't too sure how he could cry, but he didn't really care either. He grabbed the rope and put it around his neck.

It was hard to hold back his sobs, but he managed. "I'm sorry Mike..." He whispered closing his 'eyes', ready to step off the chair.