Good Enough (JacksepticeyeXReader) (On Hold. Rewriting)

You find yourself on the edge of a rooftop with nothing above you but stars,and nothing below you but cement. Let's be honest,nobody cared about you. Nobody would stop you from stepping off. Or so you thought. Before you know it you're in the arms of a green haired Irishman who says he loves you. Do you trust him?