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"𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒"
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📍April 18th, Saturday. 10:49pm
ｔｈｉｒｄ ｐｅｒｓｏｎ
"mattia, i know you're there, come back, C-COME BACK!" he sobbed, and sobbed the tears came down. still in the dark room with tears falling down his cheeks. pounding at the concrete floor with his fists, the water splashed into his face. making his tears fall down more. his knuckles turning red, blisters forming. his mouth filled with his snot. he couldn't take it.
"m-mattia please, don't le-leave me." his last hiccups before he collapsed, landing in the puddle of water.
-📇 sniffles came from the boys room, as he woke up from his nightmare, the rain pouring down. he wished he was here. with him holding him and telling him it will be okay, and that he was meant to be there.
the lightning made the room glow for a second, making the boy see his phone by his night stand. wiping a tear off his face he picked it up. clicking the home button, the light from it burned his stinging eyes. he squinted and went to messages.
mattia 🧸
mattia? can you come over?
it's late ale what do you need bubby?
i just need you here pls
ok i'm gonna come over there, you better tell me when i get there, okay?
mk, pls hurry
-📇
11:01pm
alejandro heard knocking at his bedroom door, assuming it was mattia.
"come in." he said with almost whispering, a sniffle coming after.
"what's the matte- aww bubby what's wrong?" mattia said almost shredding a tear at the boy in the bed, his eyes were red, with his cheeks dry from tears. he came to him and snuggled up in the bed next to him.
"whats wrong ale?"
"i had a dream. no- a nightmare that you were gone! and that i- i was alone, and i didn't have you." he said digging his head into mattias shoulder, sobbing harder at the thought.
"y-you won't leave me right?"
"no. don't ever say that, i would never leave you, okay?"
"o-okay, but do you promise?"
"i promise." he said as a loud boom came from the thunder making alejandro shake under his touch. he squeezed him harder so he could feel more comfy.
"it's gonna be okay, the storms gonna go away. and i'm not going to go anywhere."
the sniffles slowly stopped and snores were heard.
ERROR 📰 — memory over —
he's already gone... the "i'm not going anywhere" was a lie. alejandro stood there at his funeral, crying. he had committed suicide. he had spotted him in his bathroom covered in a pool of his own blood, and blade on his side and some pills spilled out on the floor. the only thing he saw was the note,
