1960s // jally one shots

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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ !!!!! : suicide

you should totally listen to 24 floors by the maine while reading this, it'll probably make it so much better. and if you've never heard the song liSTEN.
okay bye.

okay this song is like from 2015 but this still takes place in the 60s k bye.

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24 floors, up in some hotel room.

a fist of wind shot passed johnny cade, almost sending him tumbling over with a shiver rubbing down his spine.

he was sitting on the edge of dallas winston's apartment, his hands tightly gripping the concrete edge, making his knuckles turn pale white. it was 11:34pm, it was tulsa, all the scattered lights were turned on and it must've looked beautiful, but johnny cade couldn't tell. his eyes were blurred out because of the constant tears filling up and spilling out over his eyelids. his breaths were shaky and fast and they matched the beat of his heart.

feeling so low, thinking of jumping soon

his skin was itching, begging to be ripped off, tingling with the sensation of being on a rooftop late at night, ready to jump. craving the fall.

he was taking too long, he needed to do this before anyone saw him, before anyone could stop him from doing something he needed. if anyone fucking found him, if anyone pulled him back, not only would he be angered, but also embarrassed. this was the least greaser thing anyone could get caught doing.

i look up and see the stars

it was weird, this night, because most times the stars weren't visible, hidden beneath the sky's blanket, covered up by the clouds. but tonight, tonight it was different. the bright yellow shapes sparkled in clusters in the dark, snuggling close to the moon. he could tell the stars were reflecting off his shiny irises, his tears like mirrors.

look down at speeding cars

his eyes traveled down to the cars on the dirt road, very few going by at this time at night, but the few that were there were making quiet rumbling noises, shaking his body a little. no one noticed him. no one noticed the boy with dark black hair and irises that had the same hue, sat on the ledge, leaning over. no one noticed the boy who wouldn't be there in an hour.

no one noticed that johnathan cade was trying to commit suicide with the wind vibrating his bones in the background.

think of my family, how they'll remember me

j thought of dallas. the closest thing to family he actually had.

well, that's not entirely true. he had a mom and a dad. but they didn't like him. cue the sad story where the father abuses his son for being a homosexual, and his mom doesn't help because his mom is too scared to interfere.

dally loved cade for who he was, dally was his family. he was the only reason he hasn't let go. the only reason his fingers were clasped onto the edge, keeping himself from falling.

his boyfriend would miss him, he knew.

johnny wanted to try and stay alive for him, he didn't want to be selfish, but sometimes things get too rough, and staying alive for someone else instead of yourself is too hard and not worth it.

dallas would be able to live with the young boy not being able to.

eyes closed, i see your face