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I'll leave you be // Lams // Fluffy Angst// Part 2.

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Alex's POV

Two years. It had been two years without my John. Two years of trying to fix everything, but not only fix it, make it better. Make it so that I'll always have him with me. The morning I found him broken was the morning I stopped taking care of myself. Everything and anything I did went to bringing him back into my life. That's day...broke me.

Flash back

I woke up to a quiet room and yawned, looking around for John. It was weird that he wasn't already in here and even weirder he didn't wake me up... I started worrying but forced musket not to panic. I started looking around the whole house got him, the last place I check being his room, or charging room per say...The door was closed with was another unusual thing. And when I opened it..I didn't know what to do. Anything though in my mind left as I kneeled down by his body. Pieces of his chip and his charging plate were scattered around the room. I couldn't help the tears the left my eyes.
I though he was happy...he never told me that he wanted...this. Of all things, this. The sadness turned to anger as I held him in my arms as tight as a could. All I could feel was anger. I was a very at the world. I was angry at myself. And I was angry at John-...no. This wasn't his fault...He would never do this..not to himself. God I sound like I'm in denial..
I started breaking down, holding him limp in my arms as I let myself cry, no. Sob. Heartbreaking sobs that I can't stop nor describe. I have to bring him back..and I have to make sure this never happens again.

End of Flashback

Without even noticing it, a salty single tear rolled down my cheek as a finished the last touches on John. I wiped it away with my hand and sighed. This isn't time to feel bad for myself, Its suppose to be a happy day. I've been working so hard to have him back with me and today's finally the day.
I added the new chip to his neck and stepped back. He may not remember everything but..I tried. And hopefully he'll remember me, at least... After a few seconds his eyes opened. I could tell the He was scanning around the room and just taking everything in before finally looking down at me. He was set up on my work table so that it was easier while I worked on him but now..he's here. He's back.
I started crying. Softly and happily. Happy tears for the first time in a long time. I voiding hold myself back from hugging my John close to me. He was here and he was even more perfect than before. More...real. He is real.

Johns POV

I couldn't tell why Alex was crying. He seemed..happy. I hugged him back though, not wanting to seem angry or something. I think I may have ran it of energy and just didn't get to my plate fast enough...Although things seem..weird. I don't ever remember seeing this room. He may have just..reorganize or something. It didn't matter right now, though.
I hopped off of the table so I could give Alex a better hug, "why are you crying, love..?" His head was buried into my shoulder and I could tell that made him cry even more. I slowly lowered the two of us down onto the floor so I could lift his face, scanning over it and trying to understand what was wrong. He reached his hand up and held my cheek in his palm, smiling softly at me. "I..I thought I lost you..forever" I looked at him confused and tilted my head, "it was only my battery, lex.." He just smiled and hugged me close, "right..only your battery.."

~smol time skip to later in the evening~

Alex and I were cuddled up in the living room, that looks vaguely familiar, watching one of our favorite movies, Beetlejuice. We watched it on one of the very first "dates" we went on. I guess I'm still unsure of what I am to him...Am I his creation or his boyfriend? Or am I just someone to keep him company..?
I lifted my head from his shoulder to look at him, "Alex.." He looked away from the screen to meet my eyes, "Yes, honey?" I pulled the blanket closer to the two of us and looked down at my lap, "who am I..to you..?" His face seemed to soften and he held me closer, "...you really wanna know..?" I nodded a bit and suddenly I was being carried into his room. I was set on the bed and he opened a drawer, taking out a photo book and then sitting next to me. I leaned on his side to get a better look at the photo book.
He opened to a page that had a mark in it. One of the pages had two photos and the other only had one, but all three were of Alex and...me? I looked down at the page with a confused expression. Alex brushes his thumb over the edge of one of the photos and sighed. "This..was my fiancé..a long time ago..Hid name was also John and..I guess you're technically his clone." I could tell that the person in the photo was real. They had a genuine smile, beautiful freckles, and an angelic face..but i guess I'm just saying this all about myself now am I..? "What..happened to him?" Alex flipped the page to show more photos of the two of them. "Well...a few weeks after I had..proposed to him there was a pride parade he had been begging to go to..and at the parade there was a drive by shooting and he was...one of the people that died on that day.." I couldn't bring myself to look up at him so I kept my sight down at the page as he flipped through the book. "..I lost the most beautiful person in my life on that day...a genuinely beautiful person..inside and out...and I though I would never have him with me again..before I made you." He closed the book and looked down at me. "So you, John, are my pride and joy..and I guess also my fiancé." He smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Every time he smiles at me, I can't help but smile back. "...Alex..I'm sorry you had to go through that.." he shook his head and kissed my forehead, "Don't he sorry, my love.."

-part 3?? Maybe. Only if y'all want it. Also..this felt short but compared to some of my other ones it's not. Also half way through this when I was deciding how John should die I was like :0 what if I connect this story to the 911 one and I straight up wanted to die- Anyway, thanks for reading!-
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