Shattered Beauty of a Monster (Jeff the killer fanfic)

I didn't mean it...part 2

Jacks P.O.V

Jeff's like my brother. My other half so seeing him like this rips me to pieces. It would rip any one to pieces. Getting to know him like I have. We'd never meet in everyday life. The person I was back then avoided people like him at all costs. But Jeff. We've been through so much. Tried to kill each other so many times. Cried so many tears together. He's all I have. And I'm all he has.

I knew exactly where he was running. I was honestly just following because he needs a shoulder to cry on and I don't think Lex can handle that right now. He ran straight to the tombstone and stopped. So did I. He slowly got on his knees. Jeff may be immortal, but he still has human senses. Emotions. So the fact he ran here in the pitch black darkness with no trouble at all was impressive.

"H-hi bro." He barely got out.

I heard him sniffle and he reached for the note in his pocket. He seemed hesitant to put it on top of the tombstone. Lightly laughing even when it almost slid off.

"Woops. Almost dropped it."

That put a lump in my throat. He honestly thinks he's talking to him. That he's there. Maybe he really is. To him at least.

"Well...aren't ya gonna read it?....I meant every word in it and...I've been meaning to give it to you."

I bit my tongue from saying anything. If anyone is to tell him it should be me. But he's so fragile right now how could I. How could anyone.

"P-please...Lui..."

I slowly walked up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. He then looked down. Clenching his hoody. Right on his chest. The tears rolling down his face and the muffled sounds of him trying to hold in his sobs. He hates crying more then anything. He just seems to do it a lot.

"Jack.." He said barely audible.

"Y-yeah?" I had no idea I was this hurt just seeing him hurt. My voice was just as weak as his.

"He's n-never gonna read it is he." He stuttered out.

I grabbed his hood and pulled him up. Not forcefully. Just hard enough for him to know what I was doing. When He was to his feet I pulled him into my chest and hugged him tightly. I never just. Hug Jeff. I may tackle him. Or hug him and pout when I want something. Which would always end up with him slapping me. But this time I meant it. I really meant it. And he knew that. Seemed we stood there for hours. Only thing to be heard was his sobbing. I didn't say a word. Didn't have to. He's not broken. He's shattered.

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Got teary eyed writing this.-. omg. sorry for the last posts too I've been so busy being lazy. I love youu