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His arms were shaking as he walked down the stream, staring down at the phone in hand, a picture of him and Alexander together. His grip tightened, squeezing his eyes shut as his steps came to a halt. He drew in a shaky breath, opening his eyes once more.
The treehouse was a few trees away, hidden in the bright leaves that clung to the branches, dozens of them scattered on the ground. He stepped forward, eyes locked on the single red leaf drifting down the ladder.
The planks were old, beginning to splinter under his weight, scratching at the palm of his hands. The inside was as he remembered, a few books stacked in the corner, a pile of pillows set in the opposing one. There was only one picture, and he adored it.
His steps were off-balance, unsure of themselves as he made to pluck the frame off the wall. His hand missed, instead hitting the wall next to it. Tears began welling up in his eyes as he leaned against the wood, his breaths coming out in gasps.
He dug into his pocket, pulling out the cold metal that resided within, sinking down to the floor. He clutched it tightly, more tears spilling out.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling, he shifted to lay on his back when his phone vibrated. His hand scurried to take it out, hands marred by the red still spilling down his wrist as he typed a response.
Ally Cat
bruh where you at
trehoise
w h y
reasos
d{e}scrip t ive
are you good?
He felt himself sob, turning on his side, wrist stinging. He didn't want to die alone.
He didn't want to die.
Ally Cat
John?
no i messedup
help
He set the phone down, curling one arm into his chest. Alex would make it better, he had to.
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The Leaves Were Falling
FanfictionJohn had always loved red, always loved the way his hair fell, always loved him. But, God, he hated it.
