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✨Just Hold Me Tight~Jorbyn✨

Part 2 to "All My Good Years"

Ship(s): jorbyn (Jonah and Corbyn)

Prompt: Corbyn's mind was fucking with him as his mind made him think he saw Jonah. But that's not all his mind was fucking him with

Famous or nah: nah

-Corbyn's POV-

"Jonah," I whispered, my voice cracking as I rubbed my eyes. I gasped. He was still here. So my mind was fucking with me. He really was here.

"Jonah, what are you doing here?" I asked him as he walked in my room. But he didn't utter a sound. He just kept looking at me.

"Jonah?" I questioned him, calling out his name several more times.

Finally he turned his head and looked around my room. It was a mess. My keyboard in a corner with my guitar and a mic. Notebooks filled lyrics in them. Papers rolled in paper balls from me not liking the lyrics.

"Jonah?" I called him once again. This time he finally looked at me.

"Umm I'm really sorry for what happened," I started off, fiddling with my fingers as I sat next to him on the bed.

"Oh," was the first thing he said but it didn't sound like him.

"I don't know about this Corbyn," he continued as tears welled up in my eyes again.

"What do you mean Jonah?" I asked him, my voice cracking.

"We don't belong together." Jonah stated, breaking my heart.

"I don't think we should continue. I think this is the end of us," he said, his voice cracking as tears ran down my cheeks.

My world froze. I was at a loss for words. I was truly speechless.

"But I-" I started but was cut off by a sob escaping my lips.

"Corbyn," Jonah said, looking at me in worried.

"I can't breath," I said, holding my chest. I looked at him with wide eyes as my breaths became short.

"Corbyn!" Jonah shouted as I dropped to the floor on my knees.

"Please calm down," he stated, dropping to his knees in front of me.

How could I calm down when my whole future was becoming blurry? How could I calm down when my life froze? How could I calm down when my life was falling apart? Right in front of my eyes. How could I calm down when my heart was breaking?

The answer was simple.

I couldn't.

"Corbyn look at me," Jonah said as my eyes looked around the room, not being able to focus as I felt the room closing in on me.

"Corbyn!" Jonah said firmly as he held my chin and forced our eyes to look at each other and hold eye contact.

"Look at me," he whispered softly.

"It's gonna be alright," he continued to whisper softly.

"It's not," I said, tears falling down my cheeks.

"You're gonna be gone. What if the voices want me to do it again? What if this time you won't be there to save me?" I said, sobbing.