Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

"I don't need your help, Jonathan. I am happy to be pain rather taking your help. You already take enough" Jonathan eyes narrowed. "A reminder of your true love, perhaps, huh? I see look like you still love him. One last thing to remember him—" "Fuck you, Jonathan! I loved him, alright—at least I thought I did. He was—it was safe to love him because I knew that he could never love me back. But he . . . he's, my brother. My family. They'll think I'm dead—that you finally killed me. Now they will not even try to look for me. I just want to send the one message Jonathan, one fucking message. I want to tell them that I am ok, but now they will think I was torture and killed."

he said louder this time as the tears he fought so hard to hold came flowing down his cheeks, "What's wrong, Jay?" I asked the question nobody seemed to have the courage to ask, "No, this can't be true, she won't, she can't" he yelled crumpling the paper and throwing it, everyone stared at him, then the paper before Brandon stood up to pick it up, "Jace" Brandon called out, his shock mirroring that of Jay, "What's wrong, can one of you tell us what the result says" Lisa snapped, "Jace, your mum's death has been ruled out as suicide" Brandon muttered and a chill ran through my spine, "What??" Lisa and I exclaimed in unison.

He took Jonathan down in the elevator, then drove toward their destination. After more than an hour on the road, they finally arrived. When Jonathan saw Maria's gravestone, his hands clenched into fists and his eyes turned red at once. He looked up at Richard, tears welling in his eyes. It was clear he was still unwilling to accept the truth. "Is Mom really dead?" Richard drew a long breath and pulled his arm. "Kneel." Jonathan obeyed without a word and dropped to his knees. Richard knelt beside him, his back straight.

He asked in wonder as he turned to look back at us, and he looked at himself in shock, seeing that his hands were starting to fade. I was too stunned to speak, and both OJ and Marcella were curious to know what was going on. "Am I dying? Damn, I guess this is it." The panicking guy said and looked at us for the last time and smiled, and he said, "Good luck with your lives, gays! I guess this is my final adiós. Ciao!" "Goodbye!" OJ and I muttered, still shocked with what we had witnessed, and he totally disappeared.

He looked at her and asked in a sorrowful tone, "Jane, I feel terrible. Am I going to die?" Jane crouched down and said firmly, "You're not going to die. Don't talk nonsense. You'll be fine. How many times have I told you not to get angry or excited? No matter how ugly someone says you are, don't listen. Otherwise, if you die, will they pay for your life?" Hearing this, Vivian and the others turned pale. If Jonathan died, would they be held responsible? Would they be arrested? No, absolutely not. The four of them looked at each other, and Vivian said, "I suddenly remembered that I have something to do at home. I'm going now, Joe. Rest well and don't get too worked up."

All he heard was a loud wail from his mother, right before a group of doctors and nurses ran into the room and ushered him away from his brother. "October 12th, Benjamin died in my arms. His last words were, 'I love you, Brandon.'" He heard a strangled sound and turned to find Beth struggling to hold sobs in. He sent her a sad smile. There was a stinging sensation in his eyes as he accepted her hug and lay his head on her bosom. As his arms went around her waist, he shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths. "I'm sorry," she whispered, running her hands through his hair. "I am so sorry, Brandon."

Chris said folding his arms, leaning to the door. Jonathan glanced up at Chris, his eyes briefly betraying a hint of guilt before returning to their usual stoic demeanor. "She needs to be home, Chris," he replied firmly, his voice unwavering. "I couldn't wait any longer, the same person that killed her husband, my brother is on the loose.” Chris sighed, understanding the depth of Jonathan's concern for Hazel. "Alright, we'll make it happen," he conceded, as he approached Hazel's bedside. "But first, we need to ensure she's stable. Let's see what the doctor had to say."

Chase punches Brandon in the arm and Brandon growls in response. “Yeah right,” Dom says, chiming in. “Believe me or not, but I was lying there next to his dying father when he stood over him and just watched Alpha Josiah die. He even reached out for Liam’s hand and asked for help. You know what he said to his dad on his deathbed?” “I have a feeling you are going to tell us,” Brandon says flatly.

Brandon looked at me gratefully, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and gratitude. Brandon smiled back at me. But he didn't say a word. Silence surrounded us again. Everything is so quiet that I can hear the sound of our breathing, but Brandon’s still silent. “Brandon.....,” “Jane.....,” he responded, stopping in the middle of my words as he directed his face at me, his eyes staring at me. “I’m dying,” he finally confessed, his voice barely a whisper. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving me speechless and heartbroken.

After that, Jonathan remained silent until the papers were signed. Later, I heard that he went mad. He rushed into a market, picked up a butcher's knife, and stabbed himself right in the heart. He died on the spot. What a pity. He should have suffered longer.