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Panic’s history is literally a bad-written fanfic and it’s not funny anymore
“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” It was difficult for Ryan to even form the words, as Brendon’s singing voice was so beautiful it almost made him speechless.
Brendon looked up from the floor, a faint blush on his cheeks revealing the nervousness he had been trying so hard to hide. “I didn’t know I could.”
“What do you mean you’re leaving the band?” Brendon said, his throat tight and his eyes filling at the brims with tears. Was he hearing him correctly? Was this a bad dream?

Ryan couldn’t look Brendon in the eye. “I can’t be in the band anymore because–”

He stopped himself. He couldn’t tell him the real reason. He couldn’t tell him it was because he was so in love with him.

“I just can’t stand being in this band anymore, alright? I’m just sick of it. I-I’m… I’m sick of you.”

And with that, Ryan was gone.
“I guess it’s just us then.” Brendon says, looking to Spencer.
“It always has been” he replies.
Brendon closes his laptop, tears in his eyes.

Another year, another cause, another member.
Gone.
Out of sight.
“I guess it’s just me now.” He says, the tears rolling down his cheeks, deep voice cracking.
“Just…. me…”