oak trees // misfits

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smiitz

smii7y x fitz

- sorry it sucks ass lmao 

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jaren brushed his fingers against the wooden bench he sat on, wiping the dust left on his fingertips. the bitter taste of bile was still on his tongue, he had cried so hard this morning he had thrown up. the brunette took note of the gospel music echoing through the empty church. it was freezing, and jaren moved so he could pull his jacket tighter around him. it was april, yet the spring showers brought in a chilly breeze. 

a person from behind him let out a loud sob, making the canadian jump. the gospel music stopped; the only thing being heard was the rain outside and the occasional sniffle from the person behind. 

when the person made another choked sob jaren stood from his spot and sat down next to the hurting stranger. jaren couldn't help him much, but maybe the feeling of his presence was comforting enough. they stayed like for awhile, both of them staring forward. while the stranger cried more, jaren could feel the tears gathering in his own eyes. he tried his best to not think about it. but the sadness eating away at him was quite distracting. 

"i know how you feel.." jaren whispered out to break the silence. a breeze flew through the church and sent a chill up jaren's spine. "to lose someone." 

the stranger sniffed and laughed without any emotion, "kinda sucks doesn't it?" 

"yeah..i lost my best friend. he died to lung cancer, im just glad he isn't in pain anymore. i miss him though. every second of everyday." jaren looked down at his hands. which were now shaking as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. 

the stranger glanced at the boy next to him before speaking, "my boyfriend got in a car accident, a truck cut him off and he totaled his car into the back of it. he was alive for awhile, but in a coma. i had to pull the plug after a couple weeks." 

jaren's faced scrunched up as he tried to imagine himself in that situation. literally having to take the life away from someone you love, must be hard. "im sorry you had to go through that. maybe i can buy you lunch and that'll help a bit?" 

the stranger smiled and wiped his eyes, "that sounds nice. im cameron." 

"jaren." 

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the diner was warm, which jaren was thankful for. people chatting quietly and music coming from an old jukebox filled his ears as jaren sipped on the milkshake he had gotten. the waiter came back with jaren's card, setting it on the table and walking with a smile. 

"thank you for this." cameron smiled as he stole a fry from jaren's plate, which was set off to the side. 

jaren smiled back as he put his card back into his wallet. "of course. you looked like you needed a distraction."

cameron hummed and pulled his phone out. "i must get going, my friends have been texting me all day. you have my number if needed. i'll see you around." he flashed a bright smile before leaving. 

jaren never saw that boy again, and when he tried texting him it always said the number wasn't im service. the whacky thing is. jaren doesn't remember cam giving him his number. 

he swears that boy with bright blue eyes was an angel, a broken one at that. 

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