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Jeremy laid on his bed, feeling extremely sad. He felt his body sinking in to his bed as his eyes stung, readying his grip on his pillow. But he couldn't help it.

He pulled the pillow to his face and just cried, and cried. He just let all his emotions run free. He couldn't resist hearing such news, especially in a such a joyful manner from his dad.

Just recalling hurts.

"Hey, Stupid! I have something to tell you!" Jeremy's dad yelled from the living room, Jeremy busy preparing a sandwich.

"B-be there in a s-sec," Jeremy shouted back, immediately lowering his voice to continue his sentence. "You stupid freaking butthole."

He held the sandwich in his hand, proceeding to give the sandwich to his father.

His father took a big bite, chewing in an extremely loud way.

"Wh-what is it?"

"Oh, you know your boyfriend, Schmidt?" He spoke, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Y-yeah, why?" Jeremy said, personally wishing he could go back to his room to call him right now...

"That fucker died to by getting stuffed into the suit at the fucked up pizzeria down the street."

Jeremy froze.

"A-are you s-serious?"

"Yep! Now that fucker won't take you away anymore! Ain't that great?"

Jeremy could feel himself crying and the urge to kill his father for thinking it was a good thing. He remained calm, trying to stop his sobbing.

"I-I'm g-going up to my r-room..."

Without another word, he turned around and walked up the stairs.

Jeremy left for his room and dug his face in his pillow, crying his eyes out.

He bit his lip, standing up and heading for the front door. He left a note on the table, not that his father would bother to read it.

Dad,
I'm going for a walk outside, so if you wanna eat, you have to make ot yourself. I might be coming back late, so please lock the door.

-Jeremy

Jeremy grabbed his keys and wore his green sweater, his favourite.

He left and walked to the park, sitting down and reminiscing all the fun times he had with Mike.

He remembered when he first met Mike, already had such a good impression on him. They easily became friends and were practically boyfriends before you would know.

Then, they went to carnivals and arcades together, playing games and enjoying themselves thoroughly.

After one of them, Mike confessed to Jeremy, making him very flustered.

But he did say yes.

Then, they were officially boyfriends. They would text each other and always hung out together. Mike wouldn't let anyone hurt Jeremy.

But now his gone.

He could feel his tears But he quickly wiped them away, hearing someone approaching.

It turns out that a bunch of gangsters had just bullied some guy and they were boasting about it. One of them glance in his way and soon all of them were in front of Jeremy.

"Hey, kid. You lost?"

"I-I'm not l-lost," Jeremy spoke, his voice timid and weak.

"God damnit! You sound so damn annoying!" One of the gangsters had exclaimed. "I am gonna look forward to beating your face into the ground!"

"I-I should be g-going, now. I bet my dad--"

"Nope! You are gonna learn how to be strong!" The gangster spoke, clenching his fist as a crack emitted.

Jeremy placed his fist in a fighting stance. Furrowing his eyebrows, he growled and was prepared to hit.

"A'ight! Here we --"

The group then froze, looking at Jeremy and extremely terrified, almost instantly. To say the least, he was very confused.

What he doesn't know was that a transparent, luminescent being had a demonic smile, its eyes red as it glowed an ominous aura of dominance and it stood behind Jeremy. It clenched its fist and the gangsters were running away with their tail between their legs.

The transparent figure then dissipated into little fireflies, lighting blue around Jeremy.

He slide down onto the ground and the buried his head in his hands. He smiled as tears of joy slid down his cheeks.

"You're w-with me, even after d-death," Jeremy pause, crying and weeping once again. "M-Mike!"

A silhouette of Mike had enshrouded Jeremy in his grip, smiling.

"Of course, I can't let my little dweeb get hurt, now can I?"

Jeremy cried even more, louder this time, and wanted to hold Mike's face.

"I m-miss you, M-Mike!" Jeremy exclaimed, feeling his head pounding.

"I'm sorry, Jere. I can't. But I'll always be with you. But promise me you won't do anything stupid?"

"S-sure, and m-make sure I never f-feel a-alone," Jeremy replied, wiping his tears.

"Of course, you little weeaboo," Mike spoke, dissipating. He waved Jeremy goodbye before he was completely gone and Jeremy waved back, his eyes red.

◇[A/N : I hope this was okay... or that everyone isn't crying too much]◇