i like when it rains

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wade returns to the past, part 2!






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i think i like when it rains  ✰  willis

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i know what you're thinking.

"wade, for the love of god be happy with what you have! stop trying to change the past for a girl that would probably friend zone you since she's out of your league!"

and to that i say, fuck you.

i'm going back to the past whether you like it or not! yeah yeah, laugh it up. i probably look like a clown right now with a big, bright red nose.

but who cares? i'm marvel jesus. i'm not letting anyone die knowing that i could've done something to save them.

and [name]? she's not just some girl from my memories now. she's more than that.

you want me to be honest? it scares me that there's a possibility that i'm falling for this girl. and it scares me even more, knowing she's gonna die soon.

woah, what a surprise am i right? me? scared? doesn't fit my style, i know.

there will always be that one person in your life that'll clutch your heart and pull it out of your chest, and never return it.

and that person in my life? well, you already know her name.

i know, it's insane. "you barely know her!" or "you just met her, didn't you?".

but we can't really choose who we fall in love with, when we fall in love, or how we fall in love. for her, i'd do anything.

even if it means shooting myself over and over again to kill myself and get sent back to the past.

yeah... i may or may not have done that. sorry blind al for all the trouble.

the first thing that greeted wade as he slowly opened his eyes was the gentle caress of the wind from an opened window, morning light sleeping through the curtains that swayed along the breeze.

strange. he doesn't remember his ceiling having glow in the dark stick-on lights.

he shifted slightly, rubbing the grogginess off of his face.

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