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Ian knew that Joji was gone. He knew it from the second that he'd walked into the bathroom and saw all of that fucking blood. And there was Joji.
And he was covered, just completely covered up to his chest in the blood.
And that sound.
The little whimper that sounded, so broken and upset and that's what terrified him. Not the blood, the sound that Joji made. Because it was right then that he knew his time was up. That his clock was going to stop ticking soon.
And all Ian could do was hold him, tell him that he loved him.
All while he made that fucking sound. It was like he didn't want to go anymore, but he knew it was over.
And Ian cried.
He just cried, his jeans soaking through with his boyfriends blood that had splashed over the bathtub, his drinkers dripping with the dark Crimson liquid, and the smell burning his nose.
He didn't want it to be true, and he didn't want to move, even when he heard Joji let out a broken, small, and quiet, "I love you, Ian," or when Joji stopped moving. When he could see the glassiness in his eyes when he finally did pull away.
"I love you to, baby,"
And from then on, Ian was the broken one.