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Damon stood at the bus stop that Ezra
has chosen as a meeting point.
The cigarette in his mouth was slowly burning.
The stop is littered with memories.
Their first encounter.
Both were out late in the evening, each on their own way.
Their eyes crossed at the bus stop, and both stopped.
Ezra's face was scratched.
His eyes were slightly red,
tears were still running down his cheeks.
Damon on the other hand was completely fine, neither crying, nor injured.
He seemed rather annoyed.
But when he saw Ezra, his heart stopped.
Under the light of the street lamp, despite his injuries, he looked so beautiful.
"Yo."
Damon nodded at the bench,
Ezra turned his head.
"How about some company on this lonely evening?"
Ezra was silent, which made Damon a little unsure until he suddenly saw how hard the little one was actually trying to hold back his tears.
"Need a hug?"
Damon extends his arms to him, Ezra looked at him briefly before accepting the hug.
A smile became visible on his face before tossing the cigarette away and taking out his cell phone.
Ezra was late.
"Hah. He probably fell asleep again."
The older teen got up and went down the street, his hands in his pockets. He stopped and looked at the street.
"I'm going to fall down, Damon!"
He just laughs while Ezra grips the rack and screams.
But after a while he calmed down and enjoyed the wind in his hair as they cycled down the street.
It was night that time too.
Damon chuckled and kept walking.
When he got to Ezra's house he looked up, the light in his room was out.
More memories came up.
"What was that supposed to be?! You'll wake up my sister!"
The younger man whisper-screamed as he opened the window. Damon just grinned and threw up an acorn, which almost hit his boyfriend.
"Are you crazy?!"
Despite his anger, he couldn't help but grin.
"What? Are you coming down or should I come up?"
Ezra rolled his eyes and climbed out of the window, down the roof.
"You have to catch me, alright?"
Damon looked up in confusion and saw Ezra fall backwards. Startled, he took a few steps back to catch him.
"If you do that again, I swear to god -"
Ezra interrupts his boyfriend with a kiss and snuggles up to him.
"Thanks! I love you~"
He took the spare key out of his pocket and went up to the front door, from inside he could hear the father swearing.
Annoyed, he opened the door and went in, as he always did.
"What do you want here?"
The father's voice has a disgusting quality, disgusted, Damon turns around.
"I'm here to pick up Ezra."
"Eliza? That bitch's upstairs. Thinks she can do what she wants, tsk."
"Shut up, he's strong enough to fight you."
"You can leave right away, Eliza is grounded. She's not going anywhere. "
Normally Ezra would have been down a long time ago, knowing that Damon would only make his father angrier than he already is.
The black-haired man knew this and became unsure;
His boyfriend probably only listens music and doesn't hear the two of them.
"Oh, come on, fuck you."
The teen went upstairs and ignored his friend's father.
"crazy asshole. god damn it, should've hit him."
He opened Ezra's door without warning and hesitated briefly.
The room, which was usually a total mess, was tidy and really clean. His eyes fell on the bed where the cell phone and headphones were.
"How was school?"
Ezra's voice was hoarse, the music played softly from his speaker cabinet; Troye Sivan.
"Boring.."
Damon grumbled as he snuggled up to him, inhaling his boyfriend's comforting smell.
"I missed you so much."
Ezra smiled slightly as he played with the black hair and kissed his forehead shortly after.
"I love you."
Damon moved away from the room.
Something was wrong.
He went on to the next room, the kid's room that was filled with stuff from his boyfriend's and his sister's childhood.
When he opened the door, he didn't see his lover either.
Only the giant teddy bear and his guitar were on display. Some notes stuck on them. The otherwise scattered books were all back on their shelves; Ezra's favorite books too.
"What the..."
Damon kept walking and looked into the sister's room, where his loved one wasn't either.
Silence.
Then he noticed the sound of water, a dripping sound.
Maybe Ezra took a shower and didn't hear him because of that?
The older one didn't know.
"Ezra?"
He asked cautiously and opened the bathroom door.
And what he witnessed was something he'd never forget.
Deep red water stained the bathtub.
His heart was loudly pounding in his chest as if there was no other sound hearable.
His eyes fell on his lover's arms.
Multiple cuts.
Very deep cuts, at that.
Blood was pouring out of them.
More than half of his arms were cut open.
Damon got closer and pulled him up slightly to put an arm around his shoulder, trying to get closer to his lover.
"Ezra... Hey, Ezra .."
In vain he tried to wake him up.
His eyes had lost all shine.
His body was freezing cold.
He was dead.
"Ezra.. Please...You can't... You can't leave me.."
Damon didn't feel anything.
Neither the warm water in which his friend laid, nor the cold that emanated from his body.
He only took the pain in his chest for
true.
Ezra's limp body lies in his arms.
He would never come back.
Ezra was dead.
"Damon..."
"Ezra... Promise me that you will live..
You can't leave me."
Ezra stroked his hair gently.
"I will be with you forever."
"Ezra."
He pulled him out of the bath and put him in
his lap, pressing the cold body against himself.
If only he had been there earlier.
If only he had taken better care of him.
Damon stroked Ezra's wet hair from his face and looked into his dead eyes one last time.
"Wasn't i good enough..?"
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Silence.
Only the clock ticked.
The sun bathed the room in a gentle yellow tone.
Damon stared at the note in his hands.
He had read it so many times.
"Damon?"
"...Do you think it's my fault?"
"Darling, of course not."
Damon lifted his head and put the note back in his pocket.
"Good."
He smiled lightly.
"I don't think so anymore either."
The woman in front of him smiles slightly.
"Goodbye."
"I am proud of you.
I love you,
Damon."