Part 2 of a calm night for suicideSIMON'S POV
Where is everyone , I can't see or feel anything , it's just pitch black I can't even remember what happened.
I started thinking harder and harder... I remember now I shot myself.
So this must be what death feels like well it's more empty then I thought it would be, trought my entire life I kept on thinking what death would be like, I heard people thinking it was heaven or hell others thought death was a repetition of your memories over and over again.
They were very wrong it's just darkness.
I can't say I didn't have a nice life cause I did have a great one yes but not the best I can't keep thinking that I failed the easiest thing in life.
LOVE
I was such a coward during my lifetime, I drowned my live in alcohol and women, it worked, but it wasn't healthy and I knew it yet I stuck with it, I couldn't lie to myself I was addicted to it.
Until I met him David Walliams a man for starters but a completely different perception of love.
Women loved my money or my reputation but not myself if I was broke I would be single forever.
But David didn't care about my money, he had money too, he didn't care about my reputation, he was the most popular children's book author in the entire UK.
He liked me for who I was at least I thought so.
Little by little I started to like him more and more, appreciating his jokes and laughing with the very bottom of my heart, appreciating his constant flirting with me and the way he looks which did turn me on every single time.
He was different then any other person I've ever met.
And that was why I loved him and I still do.
Yet I still managed to fuck it all up by keeping my feelings to my self and thinking I loved someone else turns out I didn't and she didn't too.
I am such a mess, this is actually a good thing he doesn't need someone this insecure about himself .
This is how it should end.
I'm sorry that I never had the guts to tell you the three words that show you what I feel about you.
Well better late then never right?
"I Love You".
*Beep...beep...*
DAVID'S POV
I can't close my eyes afraid of waking up to flat line of heartbeats.
Why...Why did he do this he could of talked to me about his issues, I know he has a big self hatred issue.
But he knows I am always there for him, and not has a friend but has someone who loves everything about him, from his badger like hair to his upset and angry like look he carries every day in his face.
Yet here am I siting on a hospital watching my one and only love plugged and drugged on so many medicine to just keep him alive.
The doctors tried to get me out of the room but I couldn't leave his side ever not when he was this fragile.
Getting closer I grabbed his hand, that hand that was normally so warm , now cold and pale, only the sight of this made my stomach hurt like hell.
I didn't want this to end this way I have so many things yet no time at all to say it.
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FanfictionJust some oneshots of David Walliams and Simon Cowell