My lonely rope, begs for my company ( JSE x reader) *on hold *

Oh, sweet children

I stood among steady horizons of pitch black.

'Keep walking forward.'

"who's there?"

'Keep walking forward,' it repeated.

I did as told until I heard something I thought wasn't possible. The innocent laughter shrieking as it endlessly replays like a record player.

'Come back here!'

Two little children appeared from, what seemed, nowhere. Their little bodies darted as fast as commits past me, so I didn't get to see their faces.

'He's only trying to fix his mistakes. Just like you and me. Forgive him. Let him at least try.'

"I didn't say I wouldn't... Mother. I want to know if he'll wait for his chance."

"Let him try and you'll see.'

"Alright."

'Children time for dinner!'

The children continued to dash towards the direction of her voice. The harmonious thought of mother's new little cottage: her dining table set up, the children probably placed around her birds of paradise, Carnations, and gladiolus. Smelling the sweet incense as all of them at her meal. The mere thought had made me happy so much that shivers crawled through and up my spine.

"Time to go. I'm not needed."

As one foot slid next in line of the other one, my facade broke.

Sean's POV

I stand before a broken women. Past out, upon her mother's grave.

"I'm sorry, I fear I've made her this way."

I bent down to ground level to scoop her up and cradle her in my arms.

"I didn't say... I want to know... He'll wait."

My mind began to wonder what fathomable dream she could be having. I hope a more pleasant and happy one.

"Oh, here I know it's not a case but it's good enough."

My hand got devoured by my hood's pocket searching for a bullet shell. It succeeded. I left it there for him to enjoy.

"I would hope to be the son-in-law of your wife and a loving husband to your daughter."

I walked away from his grave. Joy and shame mixed into each other upon leaving. Joy that I left. Shameful of what he's done.

~TIME SKIP mid walk home~

"S-Sean?" Her soft supple voice to the point of a murmur.

"yes?"

"C-can we pick up some bullets before we go home?" She sounds like a child begging for the light to be left on so, the monsters don't take her.

"Depends on the reason. Are they for your father?"

Her head streamed in quick, frantic movement.

"We'll get them next time we visit ok? I already left some there for 'em."

Her head leaned upon my chest once again shutting her folds, as I felt her steady breaths slow; her body remained unmoving in my embrace for the rest of the way.

~rest of the walk and inside her room later~

I lay her body beneath the silky covers hands crossed and legs narrowed.

'I wonder what she dreamt about.'

Not any second later my fucking phone went off. I ninja'd my way out of her room.

Looking down at the phone's screen to see right now:

Signe

I decided to let it ring. She can't seriously be thinking I would answer her!

I put it back where I had left it on my person. In triumph, I decided to get a cup of coffee

unfortunately, me being the klutz I am spilled like half a cup.

'I need to clean this up.'

I searched every nook and cranny for a towel but nope not one to be seen.

'Must be in the wash.'

The genius in me came up with a unoriginal idea. "Get a shirt."