//Krii7y\\ One Shots

Leaving

        "Why?" John's eyes swirled with pain and shock as small droplets of blood fell from his opened stomach. Jaren followed the knife planted firmly in the love of his life's chest to the hilt, his hand clenched around it tightly. He instantly let go of it once he saw he was attached to it, letting both the knife and John fall to the floor. Jaren reached out to grab him but missed as John's body slumped to the floor. He quickly followed him down and gathered him up in his arms. Tears began to flow onto his face as quickly as John's blood flowed out of him. 

        "Please! Someone help him! SAVE HIM!" He screamed, but John placed a weak hand to his cheek and turned Jaren's attention back to him. Jaren sobbed a bit more before John attempted to speak.

        "You... could have... saved me." He finished as his hand fell to his side, lifeless. This time, Jaren just screamed. Not to anyone in particular, and not saying anything in particular. Just a raw, desperate and broken scream. 

Jaren's eyes opened suddenly as he gasped for air he didn't know he had lost. He could taste the salty tears that covered his face as he looked to his side to see John, the man he had thought he had killed, sleeping peacefully and snoring slightly. Just the sight of him caused the tears to start up again, so as quietly as he could, Jaren got out of the bed and walked into the dimly lit kitchen. His mind raced for a while, trying to interpret the dream as best as he could. Finally, he came to a grim conclusion. He stepped back into the bedroom and began to pull out his suitcase, filling it as quietly as possible with his clothes. He was looking in the closet when he heard movement behind him. He turned to see a very tired John sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

        "What's going on? Why are you packing your suitcase?" He asked drowsily and Jaren put down the hanger he was holding to walk over to the bed. 

        "John, I'm sorry, but I have to leave." He said sadly and John looked up at him confused.

        "What? Why?" He asked as he sat himself up farther attempting to wake himself up more.

        "I just... have to. I'm sorry." He turned away but John grabbed his arm before he could walk away.

        "No, you don't. Babe, what's going on?" He asked again but Jaren pulled his arm out of his grasp in silence. John sat back in shock and said one word. "Why?" This stopped Jaren in his tracks. The way he had said it, the tone of voice and volume. It was exactly the way he had said it in his dream. He turned to face John again, who looked up at him the same way Dream John had too. Before he knew what was happening, Jaren had fallen to his knees and began to sob again. John got out of the bed and kneeled down to comfort him. He wrapped his arms around him carefully and began to rock him back and forth. "Jaren, what's going on?" He asked softly, and Jaren looked up at him. 

        "I- I had a nightmare. I had... I killed you. You were bleeding out in my arms and I was screaming for help, but no one came. In your last moments you..." He paused, trying to get control of his cracking and sobbing voice. "You told me I could have saved you. I have to leave, I have to save you... from me." He finished and John looked at him with a comforting look.

        "Honey, it was just a nightmare-"

        "No! It was more than that, I know it was." He interrupted, and John sighed. 

        "You're right. You have to save me. But not from you. When I woke up to you packing your bags and saying that you had to leave me... It felt like you had opened up my chest and ripped my heart out. It... felt like you had killed me. And dream me was right. You can save me. Jaren, if you leave... I don't know what I would do with myself. Please, stay. Save me." He consoled, and Jaren sniffled. John pulled his face up to look at him, and softly planted a kiss onto his lips. "Come back to bed. We can unpack your stuff in the morning, but right now, there is nothing I want more than to hold you in my arms in that comfortable bed, under those warm blankets." He said, and Jaren nodded a bit. John helped him stand a bit and pushed the half-full suitcase off of the bed, slipping under the blankets and wrapping his arms once again around Jaren. Jaren laid there for a moment before his comfort and tiredness took over, letting his heavy and still tear soaked eyelids fall softy over his eyes. 

Mmmm angst. Anyway, hello. Nice to see ya again. Pro-tip on writing: Listen to the Minecraft soundtrack while you write. It will keep you focused and maybe even a bit nostalgic. Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope you have a good day/night, and you are lovely.