Just a one-shot that popped into my head. its short and there's not much point to it, but you know what? SHUT UP.
Even though he was dead.
Yeah. Dead. Last June he committed suicide after he got throat cancer and lost his singing voice.
I still loved him. I still do. Always will.
More than a friendly love.
More than a, 'oh your girlfriend broke up with you, I'm so sorry! i love you still hugs' kind of love.
More of like a, 'he would look really good in my room with no clothes on' kind of love.
Yeah. Like that.
Nobody knew that except for me.
Oh, and my notebook, of course. I write everything down.
But yeah. Nobody knew.
But I'm pretty damn sure that everyone figured that out the day after.
I did something irreversible.
Brendon Urie: April 12, 1987-June 17, 2008
Ryan Ross: August 30, 1986-June 18, 2008