【 ＦＩＶＥ：ＮＩＮＥ || ʙɪɢ • ᴛɪᴍᴇ • ʀᴜꜱʜ 】

【 𝟿 : 𝟶 𝟶 - ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ 】

❝ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ

ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɢᴏ

ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇᴅ ᴜꜱ

ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ... ❞

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 Jett loves James, but it's never enough, it seems. So he chooses to leave it all behind. He's good at erasing his footsteps, bleaching out every memory until he's no more than a translucent apparition straying behind cracked mirrors and dusty closets and recovery, he can change his signature and cut his dirty hair off and dream of a future where everything is forgiven and James Diamond is forgotten and he'll live a lonely life and it will finally be all okay...he'll be okay, won't he?

But then again, he cannot die if he never existed in the first place. Never anywhere.

The clock strikes nine. The tempest is screaming jump. Jett closes the door to lose it all.

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James loves Jett, and it's far too much, it seems. So he chooses to stay ahead of it all. He's bad at cleaning his pathways, paling at every memory until he's too oversaturated with his sins haunting him beyond punched-in drywall and frigid blankets and relapses, he can change his name and cut his wrists clean off and dream of a past where everything was forgotten and Jett Stetson was forgiven and he'll die a lonely death and nothing will ever be okay...it won't be okay, unless?

But then again, he cannot live because he doesn't know how to exist. Not anymore.

The clock strikes nine. The skylines whispering hold on. James opens the door to find out.

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Maybe it's too late. For which one, neither can be truly certain. Maybe they will be.

"Why did you ever wait around for me..."

"Where do I go when you're already gone?"

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