【ＨＩＲＡＥＴＨ】- 𝒥. 𝒦𝒶𝒽𝓃𝓌𝒶𝓁𝒹

Ｔｈｅ ｄｅａｔｈ

My chest feels like it's stuffed with bricks as i walk up the stairs, the door making an awful feeling of nostalgia pass trough me, causing more pain. I blink the tears away, even though new ones take places a few seconds. "Please...please" I whisper, my words desperate as i send a quick look up at the sky, as if to ask for him to hear me , which in all honesty is bullshit considering i actually don't believe in god.

I reach a hand forward, briefly pausing to stare at the way my veins stand out against my dirty skin before i press down and open the door, taking a few steps in. I can't see anyone in the hall, so i release a shaky breath, tiredly letting my legs move me further into the house, eyes trailing the room as i turn to look into the kitchen area, only to freeze completely as our eyes meet.

We stand silent for what feels like hours, and then it's like i'm being snapped back into reality as i take an uncertain step back, my eyes filling with tears as i stare his way in disbelief, not a word escaping my mouth. He looks almost more broken than me, his eyes filled with pain and guilt. Jonas takes a few steps forward to get closer to me, watching me wearily as if i will run away. I flinch a little, but stay still, only staring at him, frozen in place. He then walk quicker towards me, stopping in front of me. He's so close now that i can feel the warmth emitting from his frame, and i take a small inhale, feeling my body curl in on itself now that the pain gets more apparent.

He stares at me, almost if i'm not real, and then he lifts a hand, slowly placing it against my cheek. The warmth from his palm makes shivers run down my spine, heart feeling like it's going to beat out of my chest as i melt into it. "Y-you're..." He trails off, voice breaking as i look into his eyes, seeing a different storm of emotions. "They told me you were dead - he told me you were dead" Jonas whisper out quickly, tears falling from my eyes as he raise his other hand to grip my face gently in his hands, staring at me in disbelief. I can only stare at him, not knowing what to do. My chest feels tight, and i swallow thickly, tears beginning to blur my vision as the betrayal and sadness begin to reappear.

"You left me- y-you left me there" I whisper, making him step back as if i shot him. He looks horrified, hands falling to his side, making me feel cold. "You don't understand - they told me you were dead" Jonas whisper, sounding like he's going to break down crying. I begin to breathe heavier as the panic sets in, more tears falling from my eyes as my lower lip tremble. "Jonas..." I whisper, not knowing what to say. He continues staring at me in sadness and desperation, running a hand through his dirty hair in frustration as tears continue falling from his eyes. I try to control my breathing, but the tears and the confusion and everything else makes it feel a million times worse, and he notices.

"I-i was alone! I was alone and i met my dad and he sent me back and i couldn't go anywhere a-and i met Magnus and everyone else-" I sniffle, panicking even more. "A-and then i left with this woman - i l-left them there because i just wanted to find you." I trail off, squeezing my eyes shut for a second. " and i was hit by lighting, and it really hurts - and i know you don't love me anymore and i know you probably didn't in the first-"

"-What?" Jonas croak out, his eyebrows furrowed as he stare at me, while i continue rambling, my breathing shaky. "y-you didn't... you made me feel like i didn't matter... y-you wouldn't look me in the eyes most of the time and i thought... i thought you regretted me - because you loved Martha and you wished i was... you wish i was her"

I stop my words quickly, seeing his gaze fixated on me in disbelief as i ramble, before his eyes flicker down to my lips, before up to meet my gaze as he notice my hesitance. We stand there for a few seconds, staring at each other in silence, and then he seem to gather courage. My eyes widen as he grip my face, large palms clutching onto me. He shake his head, before he meet my eyes. "How many times do i have to tell you - it's not Martha, it's never been Martha" He whisper, voice breaking before he lean forward, pressing his lips to mine quickly, desperately as he hold onto me tightly