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Josette Mikaelson is a hard working girl raising all 6 of her young siblings in Gotham city. Jerome Valeska is a criminal who just escaped Arkham Asylum for the second time. The two childhood best friends become closer bringing both of t...
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"I don't remember being here with you that night." She said looking at the house where everything went down that day.
The girl turned around looking at him. "Okay. What do you remember? How are you rewired?"
Josette took in a breath with her hands on her hips. "I remember coming here after you left me. I tried to get a hold of you on the phone, you didn't answer. Then you came, we started fighting over something, power went off, you went somewhere then next thing I know...I'm dead."
The ginger crossed his arms "There's just a few things from that story that your missing."
She raised her eyebrow signaling him to carry on.
"You left me." He said with a smug smile.
Josette was taken a back. "What?"
"Okay Fine it was my fault...but still." The man rolled his eyes.
Josette smiled in victory. "That day we decided to make our way to some office and legally get married, but I chickened out, I know dick move. Then you punched me in the face and I realized that you were just as crazy as I was. " Jerome explained.
"Looks like you deserved it..."
Nodded his head he smiled "I know."
"Later that week, you called me and I did answer. Came here to talk. Oh and by the way we didn't fight.
Her head tilted. "Then what happened?"
"Well you told me you didn't want to get married...yet, but you explained how you wanted to live your life with me. After we kissed power went out, I went to go get flashlights that's when I learned that Myrtle was looking for us."
The girl shook her head. "Did you come back?"
"Yeah, and just as things couldn't get any worse Rosalie decided it was the best time to show up. Wasn't her fault Myrtle did some witchy thing. I got shot, and I killed Michael because he was seconds away from slitting your throat."
With a slow nod she looked at the ground. "Then?"
Jerome took in a deep breath "And then you died."
Crossing her arms she took a few steps. "Okay Ugh tell me more. Something happy?"
"Okay. Happy. Well my bedroom has some stories."
Her eyes slightly widened. "What else?"
Jerome said looking at her. "Well can't forget the night we saved Bea."
"Well I did so..."
The ginger chuckled and looked around and up at the sky. "Shame. You and your very passionate and adorable way told me you loved me. That was the first time you ever said that."
