Miss You (A JeanMarco Fanfic)

Miss You (A JeanMarco Fanfic)

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[Small Warning] Religion plays a semi-big role in this.... [Another Warning ] Sad Once again I caught myself taking my leftovers out to the small 'Gravestone' where we had buried my best friend. Really they weren't the leftovers though. It seemed more like I ate the leftovers and was leaving the main part of the meal. Ever since Marco's death I haven't really been hungry. I sat in front of the rock we had decided to use as a gravestone and put the food on the ground in between me and the gravestone. I picked a match out of the box that was also laying in front of the gravestone and lit it. At this point, I didn't know why I was doing this, but I did it anyway.
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╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

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