<Barack's pov>
Twenty four years have gone by since I have last seen my love. The days are seemingly longer, I can no longer feel anything. My feet ache, my bones are tired, I am withering away. Donald trump taking my place in office has been stealing the power from my soul. I will become dust. Some days I find myself thinking about my love. Where he is? I do not know. I am spending my days locked in a dollar general basement. I have not seen daylight in twenty years.
The draft in this basement chills me to the core. You would believe my sunny aura would warm me, but I am afraid that I left it with Brendon. I do not know what happened with him and Ryan. Is he even alive? What happened to Sarah? I do not find myself thinking about Michelle because in this Home we do not trust thots. The silence eats me up, and occasionally I'll meet a rat that oddly resembles George Lopez.
There is an angel on my shoulder. Some may know him as Joe Biden. He whispers sweet nothings to me when the beeping of the registers become too much. Maybe someday my sweet boy will help me escape. Maybe someday.
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FanfictionBrendon urie, Extremely famous. He's always out getting drunk and partying. Barak Obama, the president of the United States. He's married with children. He's alone. Both of them are.
