Sam and Colby were at home, enjoying each other's company and forgetting about their responsibilities. They joked around, poking fun at how loud Corey's skits were in the mornings and about how they almost lost Buddy in a prank. These little moments meant a lot to them both. Sam never understood the phrase "spend your time wisely" or "hang out with them until they're gone." He always had the feeling that he would be the first to go, which was a sad thought to contemplate.

Colby always knew he was going to be the first to go. Even though Colby had hired a psychic who predicted his untimely departure, he never revealed this to his friend Sam as he didn't want to alarm him. However, in the present moment, he was relishing his time with Sam and not dwelling on the possibility of anything happening within the next few hours.

"You think we should get food?" As Colby flicked through the channels on the TV, Sam let out a soft chuckle in response to Colby's quip before giving a nod of agreement.

"Yeah, we should get something. What do you want to get?" Sam inquired, glancing at Colby. Colby responded with a gentle smile, already having a clear idea of his desired course of action.

"Chipotle or Tender Greens, you can pick," Colby clicked on a certain channel, Sam chuckled, anticipating that Chipotle was going to be their chosen option.

"Chipotle! Screw Tender Greens! Even though you go there all the time with Brennen." Sam let out a bitter laugh. He and Brennen used to be close friends, but lately, Brennen seemed to always prioritize hanging out with Colby over spending time with him. Even though Colby had started staying home more often, Sam couldn't shake the feeling that he was always just an afterthought to his friends. He tried to keep a positive outlook, but it was hard not to feel disheartened. Colby laughed lightly but also felt guilty.

"I call dibs on staying home!" With a sudden shout, Colby flopped onto the couch, causing Sam to jump in surprise. But instead of being alarmed, they both burst into laughter, falling back onto the cushions and relishing in the joy of the moment.

After they both settled down from their uncontrollable laughter, Sam sprang up from the couch and snatched his keys. He headed towards the front door, swung it open, and caught Colby's gaze, who was already looking back at him with a grin.

"I'll see you later, bro!" Sam exclaimed, walking out of the house and shutting the door, forgetting to lock it. Colby sighed contently, reflecting on his and Sam's moments during the day. Colby chuckled to himself, enjoying the memories in his mind. Colby pulled his gaze over to the tv screen, watching the news.

"In recent news, there have been reports of a heinous murderer on the loose in Los Angeles. According to eyewitnesses, the suspect is described as tall and muscular with short light hair and is considered extremely dangerous. In light of this alarming situation, it is highly recommended that individuals stay indoors and avoid leaving their homes." Upon hearing this news, Colby quickly turned off the television and reached for his phone, feeling a sense of unease as he dialed Sam's number.

Sam didn't answer, making Colby's anxiety levels rise. 

As Colby got up from the couch and grabbed his keys, he heard a loud crash that made him freeze in his tracks. His heart raced as he looked over to where the sound had come from, only to find a shattered window. With no one in sight, Colby's concern grew. As he cautiously made his way toward the living room, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking at the TV screen, he saw a figure lurking behind him in the reflection. Before he could react, a tall, muscular man lunged at him with a fierce punch. Colby tried to dodge, but it was too late. He stumbled back and fell hard on the floor, the assailant looming over him menacingly.

Colby asked, his voice filled with fear. "W-who are you?!" Colby inquired. In a matter of seconds, the man pulled out a blade from his waistband and pointed it at Colby without saying a word. In a flash, Colby got up and grabbed his phone ququickly and ran out of the living room and into Sam's room before the man could plunge it into his abdomen. Closed the door, he heard large footsteps approaching as he slid down it, keeping it closed. Colby's eyes were filled with tears, believing this was how he would die. Colby quickly pressed the emergency dial on his phone and called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" asked the operator calmly and professionally. His breath caught when the blade was an inch from his face, notifying him that the man was attempting to stab him through the door. After moving quickly away from the door, Colby hid behind Sam's clothes in the closet.

"I'm hiding in the closet. Someone broke into my house," Colby said frantically, tears streaming down his face as he spoke on the phone. He wished Sam was there to comfort him. Colby gripped the phone tightly, hearing loud banging on the door. "Please, help me," he pleaded.

"Alright, what's your address?" The operator asked, seeming to be typing something. 

"151 Cove Drive.." Colby mumbled, trying to get ahold of his breath.

The operator on the other end of the line heard heavy breathing and a sense of urgency from the caller. "Please take a moment to catch your breath. What's going on?" The caller replied, 

"I need to call my friend. I'm worried for their safety and I can't ignore it." The person on the phone assured the caller to stay on the line.

"Woah, sir, stay on the line-" Colby hung up and quickly opened Sam's contact, calling him while tears fell onto the phone. It rang a few times, making Colby worried that he wouldn't pick up. Colby let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding when Sam answered.

Colby's voice trembled as he dialed Sam's number, but there was no answer. He tried again, his heart pounding in his chest, and this time Sam picked up. "Oh, hey, Colby. I'm on my way just wait-" Sam started, but Colby couldn't hold back the tears any longer. 

"D-Dude! I-I... I'm going to make this quick alright?.. You saved me, bro. And I-I don't think I'm going to make it... I love you and I hope you have a great family when you are older-" Colby's words were cut short by the sound of the door breaking down. He knew it was too late.

"Colby? Dude, what's going on?" With a trembling body, Colby could feel the tension building up inside him as he heard footsteps approaching the room. His heart sank as he realized that he was not alone anymore. The sounds of the footsteps seemed to echo in the silence, making him feel even more isolated and helpless.

"Dude, Sam, listen. This isn't your fault. Keep the channel going. I fucking love you, man." Colby whispered before hanging up the call. The man was about to pull the clothes away, but Colby had other plans. Colby pounced on the male, tackling him to the ground. They both fell out of the closet as they wrestled. The man took over and threw Colby off, Colby landing on the hard ground with a thud and a groan. The muscular man walked over menacingly as he towered over Colby, looking down at him.

"Y-You're... sick..." Colby managed to say. The man showed no reaction as he raised the knife, getting prepared to plunge it into Colby's abdomen. The man swiftly dropped his hand down and stabbed Colby in the abdomen. Colby's eyes widened as tears fell. The burning sensation was too much, everything hurt. Colby cried out, tears falling down his cheeks. The man pulled out the knife swiftly before running out of the room, leaving Colby to bleed out. Colby winced and clutched his stomach, laying flat on his back. 

He was hoping to see Sam one last time, but he guessed that won't happen anymore. 

Colby's vision kept going in and out as he felt sick and he felt thirsty. He felt like he hasn't drunk water for days and he feels like he was going to die from sickness, while in reality he was stabbed. Colby felt weirdly anxious for no particular reason, he just felt scared. He also felt confused. He didn't process everything yet. The only thing he could process was the fact that he might not see Sam again.

Maybe it was meant to be like this.

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Sam's footsteps ran through the house quickly, he had already searched the whole downstairs.

"Colby?!" Sam shouted, running into Colby's room. Sam couldn't find him. Sam heard a pained groan from another room, giving him some sort of hope. Sam ran out of his best friend's room in a swift movement.

"Colby!?" Sam shouted again, running into his room. Sam's eyes widened at the sight. Colby was deathly pale, bleeding out from the gut, and his hands were also full of blood. Colby's eyes fluttered open and closed, trying to keep consciousness. Sam let out a gasp, rushing over to his friend's aid.

"Colby!!" Sam shouted while tears welled up in his eyes. Colby groaned and clutched his stomach before smiling and looking up at Sam. Colby grabbed Sam's hand and placed it over his heart, trying to give Sam some sort of comfort.

"Y-You're alright?.." Colby asked, making sure that his other half wasn't hurt. Sam couldn't help but let more tears flow at the question. How could Colby still be so selfless? He was bleeding out and he still needed to know that Sam was perfectly fine.

"I-I'm okay, Colby, please, please, stay awake!!" Sam pleaded, clutching Colby's hand. Colby smiled as he started to cough, blood dripping from his mouth rapidly. 

"Too tired..." Colby mumbled, shutting his eyes. Sam's hand flung up to Colby's shoulders shaking him quickly.

"No! No! Stay with me, please!" Sam begged, shaking Colby. Colby's eyes fluttered open again as he winced, the pain signaling to his brain. Colby rested his head on Sam's lap as Sam played with his hair, trying to distract Colby from the pain.

"I-I love you.." Colby mumbled, trying to keep his vision from stopping. Colby's eyes closed slowly as he heard the cries of his best friend.

Colby went limp in Sam's arms that night.

Sam would never forgive himself.

It was too late.