my creepypasta story

forgiveness

Jack struggled to focus on his breathing, trying to anchor himself in the moment. As he inhaled deeply, he could feel the ooze slowing, the strange sensation easing slightly. He looked at Y/N, her face a mix of determination and concern. Her touch on his shoulder was grounding, a lifeline in the chaos that had become his existence.

He had always been the one in control, the one who never showed weakness. But now, with the ooze seeping from his eyes and his emotions running wild, he felt like he was unraveling. "Why are you helping me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. "After everything I've done?"

Y/N's eyes softened, and she squeezed his shoulder gently. "Because I see something in you, Jack. Something worth saving." Her words were like a balm to his fractured soul, and for the first time in a long time, he felt a flicker of hope.
Without hesitation, Y/N wrapped her arms around Jack, pulling him into a comforting embrace. She could feel his body tense at first, but then he slowly relaxed into her hold. "It's going to be fine," she whispered softly into his ear. "We'll figure this out together."

Jack closed his eyes, allowing himself to lean into the warmth and reassurance of her hug. The steady rhythm of her breathing helped to calm his racing thoughts. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could get better.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. The ooze had stopped flowing, and he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. In that moment, he knew he wasn't alone, and that made all the difference.