they were better.
jack and corbyn were 'better'.
jack didn't cut, but the voice still echoed.
corbyn didn't get anxiety, but he was still stressed.
they were okay; until they weren't.
jack was eating, he ate a whole meal on their first day back on tour. corbyn didn't have an anxiety attack nor did he tell jack about his anxiety.
they were both doing fine. they didn't even acknowledge how bad it was until they pointed it out.
during meet and greet
"you do know how fucked up you are?"
jack pretended he couldn't hear her.
"you couldn't even keep your insecurities to yourself - bring the band down with you,"
jack's smile faltered.
"hell, i bet you still cut even after all this,"
jack felt tears well up in his eyes.
"and even after all your band mates have been through, you're still a suicidal fuck up that only cares about himself,"
jack felt like his head was underwater, but she was right. he was a suicidal fuck up. he knew he should've just killed himself. that would've made everyone else so fucking happy.
see, everyone knows you should just end it.
but corbyn, he loves me doesn't he?
no, you fat-ass, he doesn't.
but we-
it's so one-sided even the fans know. y'know what, tonight just end it. it'll be alright because no fucking cares.
— WC; 228
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perfect || j.a. » c.b.
Fanfiction"i'm a fatter version him," "a fatter version of who?" "me," in which two boys struggle to perfect their imperfections. copyright : ADRIFTAVERY started : august nineth, twenty-eightteen ended : october twnety first, twenty-eighttern
