Hallelujah // Brendon Urie

63- "Hopefully at the Airport"

I was completely frozen, my brain fried. Of all people I expected to see today, Brendon was certainly not one of them.

"You didn't think I'd miss your birthday, did you?" He spoke softly, his forefinger taking a piece of my straightened hair.

He shifted a little, feeling the texture of my hair, "You always hated straightening your hair."

"My mom said it looked more 'put together'." I said, not moving, or blinking. I was barley breathing, actually.

He let out a soft breath, as if he knew what I meant. I mean, he did. But, still.

"What are you doing here?" I mumbled, my eyes glued to his. The shock had literally paralyzed me, I really had no idea what to do.

He smiled, moving his hand from my hair the the side of my face, letting his palm form to my cheek. "I love you. I can't stay away."

All of a sudden, I snapped out of it. I pushed him away, making sure there was at least two feet in between us. His face was puzzled, and so was mine. "You think you can just up and leave me, no goodbyes, no, 'Oh, I hope you're not dead or anything,' and then pop right back up? You're wrong. You left me, Brendon, I could see that from literally anyone else, but you? I never thought you could do something like that to me."

Brendon's expression dropped, along with my heart. It hurt me to say something like that, but it's been building up for months, and it felt sort of good to let out.

"I was on the run, Rosemary. I couldn't stay, they would have put me in jail." His tone was more muted now, smoother than before.

I scoffed, stepping back a little farther, "That's just like you, Brendon. Never taking responsibility for your actions. You go crazy, KILL SOMEONE, and then think you can just take a break and everything will be back to normal."

I could tell that I broke him a little when I said that, his lips turned into a frown. He took in a deep breath, "I'm not staying here, Rosemary. You're right, I can't have things go back to normal. I'm leaving."

"Again? Not surprised." I scowled under my breath.

He shook his head and stepped closer to me, taking my hands into his, "I'm leaving the country, for good. I can't come back, and I never will."

My heart also dropped, right down to the pit of my stomach. For good? I mean, I know I thought all those things, but I didn't actually think of them as a reality.

"So, is this goodbye?" I asked quietly, my eyes stating to water.

He smiled, taking his thumb and wiping a tear from my cheek, "God no, at least I hope not."

I looked up to him, my brows furrowed.

"I love you, and I mean it. I want you to come with me."

My eyes were wide, and my heart had stopped. "Come with you?"

"Yes! It would be amazing, baby. You'll see new places and we'll constantly be together. We'll have adventures and we can start a family, like you've always wanted. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I just know it's the right thing." The enthusiasm in his voice was... Alarming. He was serious, actually serious.

Before I could say anything, he started to speak, "I know it's the right thing to do, I just do. I have to go, but I'll give you time to think."

My head was spinning, but all I could focus on was that he was leaving again, even if just for a little while.

Brendon kissed me, the most passionate, hard kiss I've ever felt. He turned, and started to walk, but I stopped him, "When will I see you again?"

"Hopefully at the airport, my love."

A/N

Short chapter, but ayyyyeeeeee.....

A lot is going down, hope y'all enjoyed.

much love, Ireland

xx