Homestuck Fanfics

Come Home ((John x Dave))

((Suicide TW))

It's been 4 whole months.

No letters.

No phone calls.

Dave is in the army, just shipped off to Iraq, and he usually at least sends me a small letter, even if all he has time to write is “I love you” on the paper, he would still send that.

4. Whole. Months.

With no word from you. 

No idea if you are alive. 

I am at home again. Alone. Writing this down on some paper, knowing I can't send it to you. 

That's the one thing I do know. 

I dont know where you are, I dont know if you are okay, I dont know if I will ever hear your voice again, see your handwriting again, feel your touch again. If I will ever see those red eyes, have your pale skin pressed up against mine at night as we sleep next to each other, I dont even know if I will ever hear your heartbeat again....if you even still have a heartbeat.

I mean
Of course I know. Deep within myself, I am aware that the likelihood of you being de.... Gone.... Gets higher and higher as days, weeks, and more months go by.
They pass by simultaneously too fast and agonizingly slow.

I became so numb that I honestly didn't remember the last time I showered. I hadn't been to work in so long, I began to worry, before realizing it's summer and I didn't need to worry about work. Other couples got to go out to eat together, have a picnic, go to the beach or a fair or am amusement park.

I got to sit at home and stare at photos of you, do chores, lay in bed all day. Sometimes I'd eat. Though my appetite was as present as you were.

Months passed. Work would start soon for me. It was a couple of weeks before I went back when I get the news. That you weren't dead yet but they couldn't keep you alive without machines hooked up to you.

I did what anyone would.
I told them to stop. I wasn't there to hear you flatline for the last time. But night after night, I dreamt about it. Nightmares flooded my mind, Bloody images of you whimpering in pain and screaming so loudly for help I swear your vocal chords ripped. When I wasn't awake and mourning, I was asleep having nightmares.
I got used to waking up alone in tears.

And sometimes I just wonder, if I had asked you to come visit during the summer instead of telling you to do what you feel is best, if you'd be here with me still. If I asked you to come home, would you try to get your leave approved and could I still hold you in my arms today?

It doesn't matter.
You're gone.
You took everything I loved with you, took my happiness and my reason to keep going.
Dave, if you can read this, some how, I'm coming home to you.
I miss you but we'll be together. Soon.

I promise.
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So that was some sad stuff there. I have all these drafts I'm too lazy to edit but too ashamed to post. .hopefully y'all like johndave.
I go back to school Monday so I won't be free to procrastinate anymore.

However
If you wish for more of my content, I have many other stories such as my original Youkai Hanta which you should give look if you'd be ever so kind
And a new MARKIPLIER Fanfiction. Darkiplier actually called Telegraph Ave based off one of my favourite Childish Gambino songs.

Also so very sorry for any mistakes. It's 5 AM here and I began writing at 4 AM so I'm far too tired to edit it  forgive me

Thanks for reading. I hope to post more soon. But in the mean tine
Stay stellar, lovelies.

-Jace