guys so i got inspired and wrote this when im supposed to be practicing on converting fractions and writing about ecosystems and reading hatchet all that good stuff... i almost cried during this, i hope you do too :D def try listening to the playlist in the background and read at the same time it really adds flavor. AND, if ur interested in reading more grofflin, ive already made a new book abt the shared apartment au (incase u didnt know bc im an overthinker). k bye lol
Lin had always been in love with Jonathan, y'know? He never dared to show it though. He loved Vanessa and couldn't jeopardize that. He wouldn't. He settled down, a sense of heartbreak and uncomfortability eating at him for the rest of his life.
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Jonathan knew Lin felt... indifferent towards him. They always shared something more intimate. He looks back, when times were simpler, when he and Lin were cuddled up together on their small bed. When they would leave small kisses and bites on each other, but never went farther than that. His heart ached, but he wouldn't. He knew that it wasn't something he could do, so he woke up everyday, choosing to ignore it. It was the right choice, he thought. Morally, it had to be right.
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Lin was old, and he remembers Jonathan. Jonathan Drew Groff. His forbidden love. Lin, as old as he was, at the ripe age of 70, he remembers every little detail about Jon. Groffsauce. He sometimes likes to let small, soft tears trail down his cheek, to reminisce about him. Him, God, Him.
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Jonathan tried so hard to forget about him. He almost did, too. Almost. Because surely, not everything could revolve around one man. Until it did. The first thought he had when he woke up. Lin. The last. Lin. And in between? Colors started to remind him of that buzzing energy. Of those soft, big eyes. His lips. His smile. Jonathan cried at the thought of him. He hurted, he almost started to hate him.
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Death. Death was inevitable, and Lin was always aware of that thought. Vanessa, his first (but not last), love, died before him. That was a fear of his, and of course, with his luck, it came true. Most days, he stared at the ceiling, waiting for death. It was soon to catch up to him. He had many thoughts to entertain him, but Jon, Jon always came back. He walked in circles, mindlessly chasing him. Soon, soon they may be able to see each other again.
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Jon left the world with tears in his eyes. He promised himself he wouldn't, but he had a knack for breaking his own promises. He was found with an arm reaching out towards him. He needed him, the one person he couldn't live without. He found him, with one final goodbye.
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Lin was scared, even in the afterlife. Would he find Vanessa, and be denied to see him? Again? This, well this he couldn't accept.
"Groffsauce?" Lin was young again, with his long, flowing hair. He missed that. He was so much more... flexible, young. Youth. He missed that too.
"Lin?" Jonathan, JonGroff, he looked better than ever. He was young too, so much younger. His eyes danced with mirth and grace. The sunlight around him casted the perfect silhouette, and showed off his height. He wore a suit, which was funny. Jonathan always looked good in suits, but he never really liked them. He preferred jeans and a button up. That stupid button up.
The sweet air reminded Lin of something. Forbidden love. He was mistaken to think that would change.
"Lin, honey?" Vanessa. Right behind him. He couldn't move, but he wouldn't want to either. His gaze was fixated on Jonathan, Jon with his glossy eyes, tears prickling the corners. Jonathan looked so warm.
"Remember the play?" It was soft, bittersweet. Jonathan could move. He looked down, and let a few tears slip. Just a few, he thought.
"Please, yes, please. I want..." Vanessa slipped a hand in his hair, comforting. It was supposed to be, yeah, but it wasn't. It was so fucking unsettling, Lin needed to pull away. He needed time, just a little more, to think.
"What could you do with a little more time, love." Her voice was laced with honey. She was still, would always be the same.
"Him. I would wanna be with him." His voice was broken, shattered. He moved. He finally moved to face her. She looked so sweet, with a flowy, white dress that hugged her frame. Her brown eyes, and small smile. She would always be his ground, his rock. Jonathan, he was his sky. And him? He could be the stars, or the bodies of water that loved to hug, anything. Anything to have both of them.
"Go," It was a whisper. There was no malicious tone, nothing. She was so incredibly perfect. Lin's heart was right in between breaking and mending itself. He thought he heard a piano in the background, slowly coming to a close. "Go on, and live. No regrets, do you understand? None."
"Our final goodbye."
They nodded in unison. One foot in front of the other, Lin walked over to him.
Lin wore a suit too. He had just noticed. It was the same as Groff's. He remembers that suit, quite well too. He looked so incredibly elegant in it, Lin had taken tens and tens of photos.
"How are you doing on this fine evening?" Lin asked. He asked it to say something, to translate the feelings he felt. None of the words he had found fit. Jonathan was more than perfect.
He had smiled so wide. He smiled with a huge grin, the one where he bared all his teeth, where he wet his lips, and where the corner of his eyes would crinkle so beautifully.
"Better now that you're here." It came out as a whisper, or maybe a cry. It was hard to tell. They hugged, at first. A hug where they were groping harder and tighter. They needed something to ground each other. A hug, then a kiss to the temple.
Linking arms, they faded off, hearts set on each other.
Their final goodbye.
