Dear Patrick (FOB/Patrick Stump FanFic)

Chapter 7

January 1st, 2003

"What's your New Years resolution, Patrick?" She smiled to me, our hands interlocked with one another, "Well..." I thought about it for a moment. The timing has to be right, Patrick. "I just want to release a solo album." I said to her as her smile faded away. God, the disappointment was showing in her facial expressions.

We sat silently on the couch, silence was deafening to me. It reminds me that I'm a goner. I rubbed my thumb over her knuckle, our still interlocked hands resting in the middle of the couch, "My real resolution..." I sighed and caressed the side of her cheek, "Is you," I confessed, placing a small, loving kiss on her red ruby lips.

"Why wouldn't you be upfront with me about this?" She furrowed her eyebrows with her hand on my thigh and her eyes piercing into mine, "Because I don't want to bring you into my life and have blurry ruin it all."

She turned her head and looked down, "I'm a goner too. Do you want to be goners together and..."

I cut her off, "Take blurry out?"

"Only if you're by my side." She poked my cheek, smiling her beautiful smile.

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Just as I was about to close her diary a small photo fell out. I tilted my head looking at it before picking it up. God, I wish I didn't look at it. It was her sonogram from 2004. Baby Stump. I can't believe she kept it even after-

No, I will never bring that back up.

I placed the picture back into the diary and sat it on the stand before starting to pack up more of her things.

I opened a box and placed all her favorite clothes and shoes inside of the box , taping it up. The anticipation of knowing what she wrote about that day left a heavy weight on my heart.

I searched through her drawer box, finding old bracelets and the necklace. I gently picked it up, using my fingernail to open the heart shaped locket.

Our final sonogram to find out the sex of the baby. I shoved the necklace in my pocket and finished packing her items up.

"God, I miss her," I uttered breathlessly as I left the bedroom and headed downstairs. This was too much to handle, at least all at once.