(a bit short, but i don't like being sad for too long)
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Jeff stood in awe as his pristine eyes traced every nook and cranny of your body. His chest tightened as he slithered his thick fingers in between yours. You'd been given a moment alone with him, a moment of privacy that you'd both been craving all week.
Your honey voice begging and reiterating your desire to get close to him, his broad voice uttering time and time again thwarted same promises. "Yes baby." "Okay baby" "I'm going to be there soon, baby." His time on the road was crucial, for lack of better words. You'd barely gotten an ounce of his time due to his job, but you were grateful that you'd even had that.
Over the years, you'd fallen into the routine of sleeping alone, anticipating the day that you'd wake up with his painted arms around your waist, and when that day came, your body had finally relaxed. Melting into him, his warmth was always more than enough for you. You'd never had to say too much to each other when you were together, you were both enough for each other.
His brown eyes raced the clock, seemingly to see just how much of you he could take in before it was time to leave again. He tried to soak up every bit of feeling he could, from your various perfect imperfections, to the very touch of your soft skin. A single tear fell from his face, rolling off of his skin and onto yours — offering your body a bit of his heat.
As he stared at you, his chest began to close more and more by the second as sermons of blame began to plague his colorful brain. He blamed himself for your loneliness, for the emptiness of your aura — for your death.
Just like clockwork, His once stout and strong body crumbled into yours. A rather reserved man, yet today, Jeff wails uncontrollably as he clutches your body between his strong arms. "No." was all he could utter to himself. This wasn't how you were supposed to meet again;
You were supposed to wake up with his arms around you, wiggle your way into facing him, and then wake him up with sweet kisses to the face. The warmth that you'd both dreamt of on those dreary nights, was now but a memory.
Now, your voice was but a mere reverie. The only way he could hear it, was by closing his eyes — even then it'd seemed so far away. His immense blame consumes him as his older brother wraps his arms around him. "It's okay, Jeff." He tries to console him, yet all that Jeff could do was sob. As Matt let himself melt into his brother, offering him every bit of warmth in his body, Jeff disintegrated like a puddle of broken dreams.
He's done all he could do. He'd loved you with every ounce of love in his body yet it still wasn't enough. The road with you has been long, yet he'd walk it a thousand times over if it meant he'd get you back. Sorrowfully, that was not the way of the universe. Jeff had to swallow his shame, and one day accept
That we were all Born to Die.
