Justin spat out the rest of the vomit that had spilled from his stomach and into the bush he was currently hunched over, hands grasping at his knees, tugging at the loose threads of the large holes.
Standing up straight, he continued down the path, wiping his chin dry.
Justin had been walking for a while now, circling the town of Evergreen as he dithered upon what to do next. He couldn't go back to Clay now, it was too late. Besides, what he had told him was true.
Clay deserved to spend his last day with someone better.
People who actually liked him and didn't treat him the way Justin had.
It didn't matter that it was three years ago because it still counted.
Clay didn't deserve a 'friend' like him.
He had to take a bus out of here, yet leaving Evergreen was much more difficult than he thought. Justin didn't want to leave. He wished he never had. Maybe he wouldn't be dying today because face it, his upcoming death was probably karma for everything he did in his shitty life.
Well, Clay didn't deserve to die. Justin didn't understand why he got the call.
Only people who deserved it should get the call.
People like him.
Wandering down the streets, Justin studied the surroundings as he passed Hannah's old place, the house that Justin had first saw her standing on that porch, holding that red solo cup and smiling at him that night of the party as he and Zach had rolled around in the sprinkler, soaking wet.
Justin walked away.
He tried not to care. It was easier than caring. It was easier than looking back at how much of Hannah's suicide was influenced by him alone. He couldn't live with that. Denial was easier than acception. Denial was easier to live with than the truth, because living with the truth wasn't up to Justin's strengths.
Kepping his head low, Justin tried not to think, he tried to just wait until he'd die. It wouldn't take too long, right?
Just twelve more hours.
''Shit.''
Justin felt someone's shoulder dig into his collar bone as they knocked elbows, a bunch of hair hitting at Justin's face, and a strong whiff of perfume. He pulled himself quickly away, unable to avoid their impact.
''Sorry, uh, my bad,'' Justin apologized to the girl as he began to hurry.
Only to stop when he heard the familiar voice say his name.
''Justin?''
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When It's Cold I'd Like To Die
FanfictionOn June 10th, Justin Foley and Clay Jensen receive a call, delivering the bad news to them. They're going to die that day, in the next twenty-four hours. They both have different plans on spending their last day alive, yet they still manage to accid...
