As I'm driving up to Kian and J.C's apartment, I know something isn't right. The curtains are still drawn and the door is unlocked and it's incredibly cold. It feels like something out of a horror film and honestly what greets me confirms my deepest and darkest fear. Death. As I slowly turn around the corner to the living room, I can see J.C lying on the couch, his arm dangling over the edge. As I walk over to the couch, my first thought is that he's still asleep due to the disappear of Kian a week earlier but as I slowly gain a full perspective, I can see that he is completely white and he's not breathing. I know as I touch his cold and pale skin to try and find a pulse, I know that he's dead. And as I collapse in frustration and confusion, I know that this is my haunted and horrid reality and that there is no going back. J.C is dead and I can't do anything but sit and cry, knowing that the light he once brought has finally dimmed and has finally gone out. He's gone.
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Faking Reality- Jian
Fanfiction"I feel as if I'm running back to where I started. You ask what's wrong with me and I say nothing. Is everything okay? Is something wrong with me? Pushing and pulling feelings. Eternal my heart is yours. I feel as if I'm running. I feel as if I'm ru...
