November 24, 2018
You quietly stir, straining your sleepy ears to listen for Freddie's heartbeat...
But you couldn't hear it.
You gasp, barely audible.
No, you think, no no no no no no no.
You didn't dare look up at him. You didn't have to, anyways. You know.
"NO!" you scream.
You continue screaming, hugging Freddie's chest, as if your screams would wake him.
The tears fell, the voice got hoarse, but you didn't dare look up.
You didn't want your last memory of Freddie's face be his dead one.
You kiss his still temple, your tears falling to his clothes, as you stand up to call 911.
Later...
"Hello, Deacon residence."
"Deaks, it's me."
"Hi, Y/N. How's Fred?"
You are gonna break down in front of this man.
"H--h---he's g---gone." you manage to stutter.
"Wh--?" John manages to breath into the receiver.
"I'm sorry, John."
"Condolences, Y/N."
And he put down the receiver.
You find the strength to call Brian, Roger, and Mary.
"Funeral's next week." you tell Mary.
Roger, John, and Brian immediately drove to Kensington, the three of them nearly falling on top of each other to be the first person to burst through the door.
The four of you share a group hug, crying and sniffing all the while.
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