Chapter 31 - Memories

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Brendon's POV:

     Ryan watches as my eyes grow wide with fear. He shake his head. "It can't be him, Brendon.. He wouldn't do that, right..?"

     I shrug, scared to death. I still care about Dallon.. I pull out my phone and dial a number. Holding it to my ear, I shake. I hear the phone click, as if someone answered. I squeeze Ryan's hand tightly. "Hello?" I hear. A tear slips out, it's not Dallon's voice. "Is Dallon there..?" I choke out as Ryan rubs my back. I hear the voice sigh. "No, sir, he's not.. I'm a police officer. We found Dallon dead.. If you know him well, can you come down to the station to tell us about him?"

     I sit in shock. I can't control the tears any more. Ryan holds my hand tight and wipes my tears. "He's.. dead..?" I ask the officer quiet. "Yes, sir.. I'm sorry for your loss.." The man says slowly, obviously feeling bad for me. "Can I ask for your name..?" The officer asks politely. "I'm... I'm B-Brendon. Brendon Urie.." I choke out. "Thank you sir.. you can come by the station any time" he says softly. I nod slowly even though he can't see me. I hang up and throw my phone.

     It hits the olive green wall as I cling to Ryan. I start crying hard into his shirt, and he holds me close. I can feel he's shaking. I feel so bad, this isn't Ryan's problem. But I can't do much to make him stop caring. I try to push the thoughts beside and wipes my eyes. I look up at Ryan. He's crying. No. He doesn't deserve this. He's too good for me. I kiss him softly. "You don't deserve this..." I whisper, looking down. He runs his long, skinny, fragile fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. I start to cry more. "This is all my fault.." I whisper.

     Ryan looks at me with pain in his eyes, obviously hating to see me this way. Suddenly, Ryan stands. My eyes don't break from his, trailing up as he stands. He reaches out his hand, the same hand that he ran through my hair. "Come on, I got something to show you," He says quietly with a soft smile. I nod and take his hand.

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