I'd be lying if I said I wasn't devastated that youre gone. But what came from it was more perfect than what you ever gave me. I may be the reason your gone, and that may have pulled me apart, but this was just a perfect tragedy. "And on October 17th, 2017, Ethan Payne was pronounced dead in his flat. Time of death... 19:32. Cause of death, overdose. There was no indication of a note."

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“Where am I actually meant to sleep?” I turned to him with an raised eyebrow. A smirk grew on his face when he pulled me even closer. “Well actually you are meant to sleep on the couch but we both know that the couch is already occupied so how about you sleep in my room.” I made a face as if I would think about it. “Well, I could do that but there is only one problem.” Joe frowned, before I leaned in so my mouth was right next to his ear “I forgot to bring pjs”. Joe gulped before picking me up in his arms and carried me upstairs into his room as soon as the was closed he whispered into my ear “Oh that's not a problem.”

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