He hated life. He hated everything in his DAMN existence. Honestly, all of it made him want to go postal. Blow some brains to bits and see the damn world burn. The Postal Dude looked disappointed in himself. The complete mess known as his room was a mere reflection of his state of mind. Almost made him want to throw up. Didn't help that he broke up with his boyfriend today. Over three dumbest reasons ever. He lit the health pipe up and smoked it like nothing. The crack hit the Dude harder than his ex-wife and guns combined. He did this hundreds, if not thousands of times before. And all of them gave him a temporary headache and a high that did good in the meantime. But was forgettable as a Disney live-action movie and didn't equate to a hug from a loved one.

What was wrong with him? Like seriously, what the actual FUCK is wrong with him? Why did he do what he did earlier? That was the fuckin WORST decision the dumbass Postal Dude has ever made in the two decades of waste he called life. He finally had someone who loved him. Someone who gave a shit about him besides his dog champ. Someone who loved and cared about him like he was their lifeline. Yet he blew it away, he wasted it like a crack pipe? And all because of his lack of empathy.

Ruv had an abusive bitch of a mom. Sera was always the manipulative type. The dude could have seen it from a mile away. And he should have known that Ruv would still love her like a mother. Who wouldn't? Postal Dude adored his mother. Which led him to question why he broke up so fast? Why? Sera wanted that to happen. She basically won. She got what she wanted. She didn't want her son to be happy. She only wanted her son to be useful. She wanted him to be a tool, not a person.

He missed Ruv so much now. He missed his scent, his down-to-earth personality. His adorable face. His everything. Now Postal Dude felt like puking at how much of an asshole he acted to the only man who loved him.

He grabbed his mouth as soon as he felt bile hit his throat. After a quick emergency trip to the bathroom. He got out of the bedroom and sighed. His tears poured out of his shades. He felt so, so pissed. He could have remembered the night before the break-up. 

They were cuddling on the couch. The dude's head was planted on Ruv's gigantic but soft chest. They were all warm and snug against each other. The Russian's voice was soft and welcoming as he whispered into Dude's ear.

“Y ou know that you are the only person that truly loves me for me?” Ruv mumbled out, his voice making the Postal Dude's heart warm up more.

“Yeah man, I know that, I could say the same thing,” Replied the Postal Dude as he kissed Ruv on the lips. “You know what? How about we go and get successful tomorrow? Get a new job? Get the fuck out of Paradise, maybe get a kid to raise? I know you would be an amazing Dad!”

Ruv chuckled, hands rubbing on the Postal Dude's head, and kissed it. 

“You sure? I wouldn't mind though!” He said playfully.

“Oh trust me… You would be an amazing Dad, besides,” The Dude removed his shades and gave Ruv a loving smirk. “We’ll be successful homie. And we'll kick ass,”

And while hearing that flashback play over and over again. The Postal Dude grabbed everything he needed. He grabbed a shovel, a shotgun, pistols, a katana plus some donuts because he was hungry as hell. And so… the Postal Dude was back. Back to kill Ruv's mom and take that sweet Russian man to be his… FOR GOOD.

Ruv was conflicted. So, so conflicted as he stared at the hallway of the church. It was nighttime. Around seven P.M. His mind was breaking. Out of all the messed up shit that happened to him in his life. Out of everyone leaving him. He didn't know why his recent ex-boyfriend came back to murder his Mom.

Sera was pleading for Ruv to help her while the Postal Dude was screaming and raging. His shovel hit her head several times. Blood flying like it was a damn wrestler named Eddie Guerrero. While all of this was happening. Ruv could have heard the Dude screaming and shouting “FUCK YOU! YOU DAMN WHORE! I LOVE HIM MORE THAN YOU!”

Sera couldn't win. Her manipulation and her fear tactics only led to her demise. She kicked the bucket soon enough. Leaving a bloody busted skull and an emotionally powered Dude to slowly walk over to Ruv.

Ruv trembled a little bit. Feeling tears run down his eyes, not knowing what situation he was in… He couldn't understand why this happened to him. His mom was dead, that's for sure… But he still loved Postal Dude. And he regretted being such a jerk to him like the night before.

The Postal Dude stopped. Both men standing mere inches away from each other. Close enough to feel breathing on each other. Ruv just gently began to wrap his arms around the blood-covered Dude. Feeling the blood in Postal Dude's trench coat. 

“Why?” Asked Ruv, his head moving closer to Postal Dude's.

“Why what?” Postal Dude replied. “She deserves it,”

“But she loved me,” Ruv said. “I know I sound like an asshole but she still-”

The Postal Dude shushed him. “Look man, I should be sorry about what I did last night. I was an asshole. I was a complete dick head! I know I'm white trash and don't deserve you.  But, I love you more than anyone or anything this universe could offer,” Postal Dude's forehead touched the taller Russians. “Just let me be yours. Please. I miss cuddles,”

Ruv sniffled. “I miss you too man, I want you back,”

“Wait, I thought you hated me-”

Ruv just pulled Dude into a kiss before Dude could say anything. His lips tasted like Oreos.

And that's how they stayed. Both of them made out while one of them was covered in blood. It was very romantic even though they both needed therapy after this. Didn't help that Champ was barking outside the church this whole time.

The End.