this one is shorter, but who cares?

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Pete slowly walked into the mental hospital. He avoided the eyes of the guards and other prisoners. However, one stood out the most. He had bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. 

Patrick. 

His once-bright eyes were now dull and almost grey. He didn't have his soft smile or the pretty tint of pink on his cheeks anymore and he looked beyond miserable. 

Patrick was a bit anxious when they told him that he had a visitor. It had been almost three years and his mom and other family stooped visiting after the first few months. They were too ashamed of what their little smol bean had become...

Patrick almost gasped when he saw Pete. He was even more anxious now. Thanks, Pete. 

Pete sat down across from Patrick, only a small round table separating them. "what the hell are you doing here?!" Patrick asked. 

"well hello to you too," Pete said with a slight smirk. Patrick rolled his eyes at Pete for that. "but seriously, I'm here because I wanted to talk to you."

Patrick was in slight shock. "why?" He asked. "don't you hate me for what I did to you?"

Pete shook his head. "Patrick, I've loved you since eighth grade. I just could never talk to you..." he confessed, looking at the criminal. 

Patrick's eyes widened a little. "y-you called the cops on me!" he said, slightly angry. 

"you killed someone, remember?" Pete said. "I love you, but I had to say something" 

Patrick nodded. he knew what he did was wrong and he had nobody to blame but himself and his mental illness. 

he knew he was crazy, and he should've taken his medicine when they told him to. he didn't listen and now he was in this mess. 

"I understand, and I hope that you can forgive me for what I did..." Patrick said softly. Pete smiled at Patrick. 

"of course I can, and I'll wait for you to get out, okay?" He said, reaching for Patrick's hands. 

Patrick nodded and held Pete's hands. For the first time in almost a year, He was truly happy.

The End