When Pete gets back to the loft, he pushes his way through the door (past Mikey and Alicia, almost knocking him down) and runs up the stairs. He’s never moved that fast in his life or death-nothing but a dark blur.
Patrick is gone. The bed is made and his bag is gone and there isn’t even a whiff of Patrick carried on the
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Or maybe ;___;
So good, but sooo sad! This was awesome, and I'm definitely going to have to read it again, once I get over my heartache. Ha ha.
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i meant for it to have this painfully happy ending--like butterflies and rainbows xDD
but i guess it's just not in me to write outright fluff due to the recent loss of my step father D:
umm, i'll make happy fic soon!
[and i'm ridiculously happy that you like it enough for a reread]
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Leave it to me to find something so happy to be sad! *facepalm*
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it didn't end up quite that happy.
i was rereading it, and i think that at most the happy balances out the sad.
PS:
ICON LOVE!!!!
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And I love your icon as well!
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