A loud cry escaped Colby's lips as the knife was torn from his stomach, his now tight body being thrown to the ground in a final attempt to kill him. Smiling down at his body, the man seemed to find this appealing as he took a quick snap of it, downloading a picture onto his phone, for a reason Colby would never understand why. The brunette's mind was foggy, and the ripping, burning pain in his abdomen didn't help his thought process. 

"Fuck y-you..." Colby croaked out, coughing up a tiny bit of blood which leaked down his chin in return. The man left it at that, slowly and cautiously walking away as they were in a pretty open space, an alleyway. Now being alone, Colby felt himself drawing closer and closer to his impending death, the one he never wanted, the one he wished he could see Sam for his last moments. None of those wishes were fulfilled. Alone and dying in an alley, that was Colby's last moments.

Reaching into his back pocket with a wince, the brunette managed to pull out his phone, needing to get his last messages to Sam, needing to tell him everything. He unlocked it with a struggle, bloody fingertips lightly tapping against the screen as his hands shook, trying to open up messages. Colby succeeded, getting the app open, and finding Sam's contact. 

Colby started to type, slowly but surely, making it toward his final words.

COLBY

I love you, Sam
I really do love you, and I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you
Never forget me, please

SAMMY

Colby? What's going on, man?
Hello?
Colby, pick up the phone!
Please, dude, what's going on? What do you mean you're sorry you can't stay?
Colby!

Colby wished he could answer the call, he really did. But there was no way he was going to. As much as he wanted to hear Sam's voice again, he didn't want Sam's last memory to be this.

COLBY
Sam, even after this, don't stop Sam and Colby
Please, continue this on without me
Continue to find happiness
I love you, Sam

He felt his eyes droop, finding it hard to stay awake, finding himself falling further and further into the darkness that consumed him. It was too late. Nobody would be able to save him... and he was okay with it.

He was okay with it.

This was the end.

These were his last texts.

SAMMY

Please tell me this is a prank!
Colby!
Colby, please, answer me!
...I love you too, man.

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JANUARY 2ND, 2027

SAMMY

We hit 20 million today, Colby.
All of the fans kept talking about you.
I wish you could've been here to see it.
But that's okay because I know you're always watching over us.
You always were an angel.
Happy birthday, Colby.