i really like the mood of the song above, so that's what this is based on. also sorry the only krii7y things ive wrote so far are angst. thatll change in the next one i swear–
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angst
! warning!
contains character death
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Jaren sighed, he was alone yet again in his home. It felt like forever since it had been this way, and he didn't know whether to feel broken or secure. He looked around the dark room that used to be for two, but was now only his.
"John. Why'd you leave me," The Canadian murmured, his brown eyes becoming glossy. He really couldn't believe it. He was all alone, him and his demons, his thoughts.
"You— You don't know what you've done to me, buttercup.."
Jaren heard the whispers of wind from the cracked window. He hoped John was listening to him.
"Yesterday, you said you'd—you'd be back, John. You went to get something, something for me. For our anniversary.. you didn't have to. God damn, if you would've just stayed with me and watched Netflix or played some games, none of this would've happened–"
Jaren cut himself off with a shaky sob.
"–I didn't even get to kiss you one last time! That's all I want.. One last kiss," He curled up on his bed, tears leaking from his eyes.
"Six forty seven, they told me you..."
".. you were dead."
Jaren tried to contain himself, but he couldn't help it. He began talking louder, almost screaming, in hopes his former lover could hear him.
"Don't you get how much you fucking meant to me?! If I stopped you, you wouldn't be gone! We'd be in each other's arms like nothing ever happened!" The brunette screamed, tears blurring his vision. He stood up from his bed; he didn't care if anyone outside could hear him.
"I love you John! You left such a huge fucking hole in my heart that I don't think anyone will be able to fill the right way! You— you asshole.." He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, his face almost blue from screaming so much. He coughed a bit, sitting down in the edge of the bed.
"I hope you're still with me, because I still need you, John.." Jaren huffed, trying to catch his breath. He remembered what the officers told him the night before.
"Sir, is this John Keyes' address?"
"Yeah, why what happened?" Jaren tapped the floor with his foot, becoming a bit nervous.
"John got in a car crash with a drunk driver—"
Jaren's eyes widened. "Oh my god– is he alright? Please tell me he's okay.."
"He uh.. He died on impact. Six forty seven."
Jaren couldn't believe what he was hearing. He almost collapsed onto the ground, hands over his mouth. "No, no, no, no.." He kept repeating, leaning on the wall to keep himself balanced.
The officer sighed, a sorry look in his expression."Who was he to you?"
"My– My husband.." Jaren managed to choke out, trying his best not sob right then and there.
"Well, I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Keyes," The officer said before leading himself out of the doorway. Jaren shut the door, skidding down against it.
"No, this can't be real, this had to be a nightmare!"
Jaren hugged himself as he sobbed more.
"John.. wait for me on the other side– please."
