we're older now : homophobia sequel

YEARS LATER.

you guys made me cry

in a non bad way

so this is one more chapter

4 years later.

TW!! Suicide. (god i'm so sorry)

Stanley's POV

After marrying Bill, though it had been four years ago, I still wondered.

What if he's cheating again?

Every night when I would wake up, he would usually be gone. With no explanation. Maybe he was just at meetings. Maybe I'm overthinking.

And here I was, at three in the morning. Petting our dog, bawling my eyes out. I was tired of this. I was tired of him being gone every fucking night.

He was probably cheating.

I mean I wouldn't be surprised.

I mean, he's done it twice. Probably more.

I mean, what's special about me?

My body isn't the "perfect" body everyone wants. My hair is way too fucking curly. I mean for gods sake, I have depression.

I sat there, crying. Just crying for hours and hours, calling him back to back with no answer.

Nothing about me is special.

NOTHING.

I looked over at the safe.

We had bought a gun a few years ago, since someone had broken into our house. So, I walked over, put the code in, and grabbed the gun.

My mind was racing.

I looked at our dog and bird, both fast asleep. My mind thought of what everyone would think when I was finally gone. To be honest, they'd probably just move on.

Bill probably wouldn't notice, as he was probably having sex with someone else right now. I walked down to our basement, so it wouldn't be as hard on our animal's ears and I stood there before putting the gun to my head.

My lip trembled, tears running down my face. This was it.

This was the end.

I put my finger on the trigger.

BANG.

And everything was black.

Third person POV

RING. RING. RING.

His phone rang over and over, as Bill was calling to make sure he was okay.

Stanley had wanted children for a while, so Bill was driving home with adoption papers for a young girl. He had been working on this for a while, trying to make sure Stanley wouldn't notice by leaving at night.

He pulled into the driveway and opened the door. He set everything down and walked into their bedroom to find Stanley's phone lying where he usually would be sleeping.

But he wasn't there.

He looked at the opened safe and seen the gun was gone

No. No. No. No.

"Fuck-" he began to walk at a fast pace around the house. "Stanley?"

He made his way down to the basement and didn't even have to look around.

There Stanley was, lying on the ground bleeding out, the gun next to his body. He couldn't speak, breathe. He dropped to his knees, sobbing.

"NO!"

Two weeks later.

It had been two weeks since Stanley had killed himself. Bill became distant from everyone, not speaking at all to any of them.

If only he had answered the goddamn phone.

If only he hadn't gone out that night.

If only they had never bought the gun.

If only Stanley had never put the gun to his head.

"Bill?"

Bill's eyes shot open, tears streaming down his face. He looked over and seen Stanley giving a soothing look.

"I thought- I thought you-"

"Shh," Stanley hugged Bill. "It's okay. I'm okay. You're okay."

Bill sat there for almost an hour, crying into Stanley's shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I have a surprise," Bill remembered and he reached into the drawer and brought out papers and handed them to Stanley. "We're adopting a kid."

NOW this is the last chapter

OKAY I CHANGED THIS NOT ONLY BECAUSE PEOPLE WERE UPSET AND I FELT LIKE SHIT BUT ALSO BECAUSE
ughhlifeeUwU GAVE ME THE IDEA
ok this is specifically for @Paranormal_bass because they wanted to know what was gonna happen

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