Gone
Title: Gone
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: The tall man had dropped to his knees, his whole world shattering to pieces at the doctors words.
Warning: Character death ;-;
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: So I'm ill again, so all I've done all day is write. This is the first death fic I've ever wrote, I'm sorry if it sucks!
They'd been just kids when they first met, only 13 years old. Jack had been the weird, hyperactive boy that had been the only person to say 'Hi' to Alex on his first day at his new school. Alex had been the quiet, shy boy that no one took any notice of. No one but Jack.
The pair of them had been inseparable, one was never found without the other. They were Alex and Jack, Jack and Alex, never apart. They were like brothers- closer than brothers, the pair had a special bond that no one could even begin to try to understand. They were always close, always touching each other like it was the last time they'd see each other, always knowing what the other was going to say before they said it.
The first time they had kissed, had been under an old oak tree in the park they always went to. It had been sunset, soft pinks and oranges casting shadows over both of the young boys faces, slightly hiding their equally blushing faces as they leant towards each other. Fireworks had set off in both of their stomachs, every nerve in their bodies on fire. It was perfect.
High school had been brutal for the both of them, no one caring for them because of who they were. The taunts in the hallways had been harsh, but it was nothing compared to the pushing around and the punches. But it didn't matter; they had each other, and that was enough for them.
After graduation the pair had moved to New York City, craving the big city lights and the busy atmosphere. They had a small house together, too small for the pair of them to live in properly. But it didn't matter to either of them; they were finally free of that dead-end place they called their hometown. Finally free of the judging eyes, the whispers, the sly comments. And that felt better than anything.
Years had passed, and their lives could not have been any more perfect. Alex worked as a high school music teacher, Jack owned his own small recording studio in the center of the city. Both of them knew they'd have careers relating to music, it was a shared passion between the two.
Jack was working late one night, and Alex was at home making dinner for when his boyfriend got home. An armed man broke in, threatening Alex at gun-point until he gave him all the money they had in the house.
Alex had cried that 'they didn't keep any money here, it's all in the bank!' but the man hadn't listened. He'd just got angry, and kept demanding money. Alex kept pleading for him to stop, to understand that there wasn't any in the house. Alex had moved back to avoid the man touching him, but the man mistook it for Alex trying to escape. He shot Alex in the chest. He ran away immediately, realisation of what he'd done crashing over him.
A neighbour had heard the gunshot, racing over to the house and finding Alex, barely breathing, in a pool of blood on the kitchen floor. She rang for 911, and rang Jack's studio to tell him the worst news he could have ever imagined.
Jack was in hysterics by the time he got to the hospital, screaming for Alex as he ran down the hallways, tears rushing down his face as he tried to find the room his boyfriend was in. No one tried to stop him. A doctor had come outside and found the crying man, telling him grave news.
He didn't make it, I'm sorry Jack. The tall man had dropped to his knees, his whole world shattering to pieces at the doctors words. Alex - his Alex - was dead. Killed by a fucking cowardly man who had no clue what he had just done, who's lives he had just ruined.
Jack couldn't feel anything. The pain was too unbearable to handle, so his emotions shut off. He couldn't deal with it. His Alex was gone, and he didn't get a chance to say good bye.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: The tall man had dropped to his knees, his whole world shattering to pieces at the doctors words.
Warning: Character death ;-;
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: So I'm ill again, so all I've done all day is write. This is the first death fic I've ever wrote, I'm sorry if it sucks!
They'd been just kids when they first met, only 13 years old. Jack had been the weird, hyperactive boy that had been the only person to say 'Hi' to Alex on his first day at his new school. Alex had been the quiet, shy boy that no one took any notice of. No one but Jack.
The pair of them had been inseparable, one was never found without the other. They were Alex and Jack, Jack and Alex, never apart. They were like brothers- closer than brothers, the pair had a special bond that no one could even begin to try to understand. They were always close, always touching each other like it was the last time they'd see each other, always knowing what the other was going to say before they said it.
The first time they had kissed, had been under an old oak tree in the park they always went to. It had been sunset, soft pinks and oranges casting shadows over both of the young boys faces, slightly hiding their equally blushing faces as they leant towards each other. Fireworks had set off in both of their stomachs, every nerve in their bodies on fire. It was perfect.
High school had been brutal for the both of them, no one caring for them because of who they were. The taunts in the hallways had been harsh, but it was nothing compared to the pushing around and the punches. But it didn't matter; they had each other, and that was enough for them.
After graduation the pair had moved to New York City, craving the big city lights and the busy atmosphere. They had a small house together, too small for the pair of them to live in properly. But it didn't matter to either of them; they were finally free of that dead-end place they called their hometown. Finally free of the judging eyes, the whispers, the sly comments. And that felt better than anything.
Years had passed, and their lives could not have been any more perfect. Alex worked as a high school music teacher, Jack owned his own small recording studio in the center of the city. Both of them knew they'd have careers relating to music, it was a shared passion between the two.
Jack was working late one night, and Alex was at home making dinner for when his boyfriend got home. An armed man broke in, threatening Alex at gun-point until he gave him all the money they had in the house.
Alex had cried that 'they didn't keep any money here, it's all in the bank!' but the man hadn't listened. He'd just got angry, and kept demanding money. Alex kept pleading for him to stop, to understand that there wasn't any in the house. Alex had moved back to avoid the man touching him, but the man mistook it for Alex trying to escape. He shot Alex in the chest. He ran away immediately, realisation of what he'd done crashing over him.
A neighbour had heard the gunshot, racing over to the house and finding Alex, barely breathing, in a pool of blood on the kitchen floor. She rang for 911, and rang Jack's studio to tell him the worst news he could have ever imagined.
Jack was in hysterics by the time he got to the hospital, screaming for Alex as he ran down the hallways, tears rushing down his face as he tried to find the room his boyfriend was in. No one tried to stop him. A doctor had come outside and found the crying man, telling him grave news.
He didn't make it, I'm sorry Jack. The tall man had dropped to his knees, his whole world shattering to pieces at the doctors words. Alex - his Alex - was dead. Killed by a fucking cowardly man who had no clue what he had just done, who's lives he had just ruined.
Jack couldn't feel anything. The pain was too unbearable to handle, so his emotions shut off. He couldn't deal with it. His Alex was gone, and he didn't get a chance to say good bye.