“Dirk! Get out of the bathroom! DON’T DO ANYTHING STUPID I SWEAR TO GOD! DIRK!”
I ignored the excessive calls from outside the bathroom door and I searched the room for paper and a pen. I knew there was some in here as I kept some in every room encase an idea popped into my head at unlikely times. When I find it I begin my final letter.
Jake English, my love
Words cannot express how I feel when you are not close to me,
These past six years I always believed that if I continued to write these letters to you,
Then, eventually, I would get a reply.
Even if that reply was to tell me to leave you alone,
It would’ve been better than nothing.
Earlier today all my memories came back to me.
I remember how you died protecting me.
How you died by jumping in front of a bullet set off by Jack.
How your final words were:
‘Thank you for loving me and thank you for the adventure you shared with me’
You seemed so calm and peaceful in your final moments,
Whereas I was a state,
I wasn’t strong for you,
I let you see how much this was going to effect my life,
Of course it was, you are the love of my life, forever and onwards.
I paused for a moment and scurried onto my knees, reaching under the bathroom shelf. I reached around until I felt the cold, shiny, metal surface of my emergency gun. I held it in my hand as I continued writing.
By the way, Jake,
I’ll be seeing you soon.
Since I never received a reply from you…
I’ll come to you and get one myself
See you soon, my love.
Every day. I wrote you a letter every day, mailed them, and then wrote another. The English language will never be enough to express what I feel for you. Love will never even come close to describe the feeling I harbour in my soul. Whatever this confusing feeling is, I know for a fact it is irrevocable. And not even once have you ever replied to me or come to me.
So I decided that I would come to you.
I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
One shot. Then it all went dark.
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A Clingy Boy Sticking To Love For 15 Years - DirkJake
FanfictionRight so I had an english assessment due to write a story based on anything I wanted, so naturally i had to do some feelsy homestuck because why not. There isn't any language worse than bastard really because this was for school. And I'm not doing...
