jack gilinsky imagines

empty 2.0

three months.

it had been three months since he had lost her.

to say he was ruined was an understatement.

he had lost the motivation to do anything. his heart wasn't into anything. he couldn't bear to make music when his one and only muse had completely abandoned him.

he couldn't eat, couldn't drink. he was slowly fading away, not even able to talk over the phone.

"hey jack, wanna go out somewhere?" johnson would ask him day after day, hoping that somehow gilinsky would change his mind. but he always got the same rejection.

but, every day & every hour & every passing second, he would relentlessly wait for her to knock on her door, hoping that somehow, this was all a dream and she really wasn't gone.

alcohol and drugs were his only friend.
he wasn't the type to excessively drink or even dapple in substance abuse. he quit just for her.

but she was gone.

everyday, he drank, secretly hoping that when he fell asleep, he didn't wake up the next day.

he needed her to function. he only wanted her.

going to sleep without her to hug, coming into the house knowing she wasn't gonna be there to jump on him. the little things haunted him.

he sat down in the tub, feeling the bubbles and warm water around him.

i could've fucking saved her he thinks for the 100th time today.

he empties out the bottle in his hand and gulps them all down.

he felt it happening and enjoyed every second of it, knowing he'd be with her soon.

"i'm coming, y/n" he whispers.

he laid there breathless with a smile on his face, knowing he would be reunited with her soon.

y/n and jack. a devastating love story.

if the title didn't give it away, this is just a little "continuation" of 'empty', an imagine i posted a while ago. anyways, my vacations over on the 6 n i have a tonnnn of imagines to post.