twelve

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"my god, daniel.." corbyn's breath hitched, staring down the stack. 

he hesitantly lifted up his hand and picked the envelopes off the sink, looking through the five until he heard a door swing open. 

three boys ran into the trashed bathroom, corbyn making them out to be his bandmates. (   the ones who didn't kill themselves.  )

"cor--," jonah's attention shifted to the paper in his hands as the faux blonde shoved it into his chest.

"what's this?" zach questioned, studying the envelope in his small hands.

"just open it!" corbyn ushered, sitting cross-legged on the floor, the other three joining him, half-dried blood smearing all over their pants.

they all ripped the envelopes open and gaped at the words displayed on the white paper.

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