LeSlash! 100 Number [twenty-nine] On The List: death.

LeSlash! 100 Number [twenty-nine] On The List: death.
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"Help me..."
Christopher clutched at his stomach, reaching for the ringing phone.
"Hey baby. What-"
"It hurts, Nate."
Christopher sobbed now, gripping the phone. He froze, more tears spilling down his face.
"What hurts, baby?"
The gun against the back of Christopher's neck chilled him to the spine. He heard the low voice of the man that abused him for so long. Poison twisted his stomach again.
"Say goodbye, Chrissy."
He whimpered.
"Baby?"
"Dearest," Christopher started," I love you."
More tears. The gun was cocked. He whimpered again, hoping this would end.
"Chris? Baby, whats wrong?"
"Dearest, I love you."
"I love you too, but-"
Nathan dropped his phone, the loud noice startling him.
Was that a gun?

Nathan stood over the coffin, the sun shining. Christopher hated the sun. The boy's eyes teared up again, listening to his lover's parents cry. He turned away from the coffin, whimpering softly. His hand flew to his mouth, covering the soft cries.
his hair, eyes, smile. The way they kissed, how the boy laughed and his wonderful accent. How could he live without all of that now? Nathan broke.
His sobbing took over, his shoulder racking as his body collasped in a chair. His love, dearest, his baby Christopher had really committed suicide?
He wouldnt believe it. He didnt dare to, he couldnt. Nathan cried harder into his hands.
He left to get the papers from the school, the ones he forgot to grade.
Nathan was so close to home, ready to spend their night together... He whimpered, looking up.
"What? No. No, dont do that!"
He cried, twisting his body and clinging to the coffin they had started to lower into the ground. It stopped. He cried harder, clutching at the polished wood.
Words left his mouth, quick, fast, poetic. His lips murmured everything he hadnt told the boy, everything he meant. It meant nothing now, didnt it? His mouth pressed against the hard wood, crying, knowing this was the closest he'd be to his love for the rest of his life.
"Chris baby... dearest... oh g-god..."
The accent he couldnt hear again...
"I love you so much..."
The kisses that he wouldnt feel....
"I'll miss you, baby."
The smile he remembered to forget.
"I'll always... always need you. S-See you soon, Chris. Baby... I love you... I love you so much. So fucking much."
The boy he let go.

buried a lie.
♥