More often than not, Delia and Seth were chilling at his apartment. It was easier, plus he was typically just a stone’s throw from the guys. Living in the same complex had proven great especially when Mason needed a quick babysitter. Delia being over so often was sorta like playing house, not that he minded it at all. He’d been debating on asking her to move in for weeks.
Today he’d opted to stay home from work, feeling a bit under the weather. He’d shot Delia text letting her know he felt shitty and with a promise for her to come over when she could, he’d just binge watched Netflix all day.
It felt like a cold, more than anything. His entire body ached and he felt like something was building in his head and chest. He was almost entirely through a John Mulaney comedy special when it felt like something wet was running down his face. Was he crying?
Pulling his hand back, he let out a shaky breath at the sight of a silver liquid on his hand. What the fuck was going on? He- no. No, he couldn’t be next. He couldn’t be dying. Seth reached for the phone, hesitating. What good would it do? No one who had been through this had survived.
Lights flickering, the sound of footsteps startled him. He had barely looked up when he felt a sharp pain in his neck, not even seeing the culprit before he was just.. Dead. Slumped on the couch as Netflix played, he was alone. It was over.
Delia’s love life before Seth was something that was only a distant memory, ones that she never really thought about anymore. There was never comparing or ever saying anything about them ever other than something like “you’re so much better to me then so in so” And Delia was always right on those accounts.
They clicked, and it was just perfect for both of them. Half the time she hated leaving his apartment and going to school or work, or doing anything without him. And his friend group was just wonderful and she couldn’t ask for anything better than that.
Having had homework to work on she was home sitting in her kitchen working on homework when she got the text from seth. A smile crossed her face shaking her head, quickly texting him back that she had to finish this paper and that she’d be over with herself and some chicken noodle soup.
Getting to his apartment probably about a half hour, maybe closer to an hour after the text, she knocked on the door a few times, hearing his netflix queue going on the other side of the door. “Seth?” She called knocking one more time before seeing if the door was unlocked. When it wasn’t, she checked under the welcome mat for the spare unlocking the door walking in. “Seth you could have told me to use the key under the mat” She dropped her bag down on thejacket hook along with her jacket walking into the living room, stopping short seeing him slumped over on the couch, silver blood all over his face, and hand and clothes. Delia had to hold back screaming as tears started forming in her eyes, but tried to grab for her phone and all nine one one, not knowing what to say or do, or how long he had been like this. She leaned on the wall as tears started coming from her eyes slipping down as the nine one one operator got on the phone and she just tried to say what she walked in on, sobbing as she did.
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