Jacksepticeye X Reader One Shots (REQUESTS OPEN)

Séan is over...Sean is gone

Based on "I'm still hurting." From the last five years!
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(Y/n) walked down the streets of New York, her apartment just a couple blocks away.

She had a white book-bag on her shoulder, as well as rolling a carrying case.

Her just got back from Ohio, and Sean wasn't answering his phone.

She was annoyed, but it was fine.

Right?

Once she arrived she jiggled with the handle of her door, the key eventually working. Her whole body shifting a bit as she entered the dark, apartment.

It felt dull, grey.

Monochrome.

"Sean?" (Y/n) called, looking around, walking up the stairs.

She shivered. The heater wasn't on.

It was shut off?

(Y/n) undid her neat bun, fixing up her hair.

She entered into Sean's, empty office.

Nothing was there. No books, papers,, pens.

Except one.

One, thin written letter, addressed to her.

Dear (Y/n),
I'm sorry to say this. But I have to go. Jessica is picking up the rest of my things. I've shut the joint banking account down. The spark we had was gone, I couldn't feel a thing anymore.

I'm sorry.

-Sean.

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(Y/n) took a small breath.

She hiccuped, sitting down in Sean's old office chair.

She wiped her teary eyes, taking off her sparkling wedding ring.

She threw it, hard out the window, crumpling up the paper.

Adleast he was okay.

The spark she thought was still there was gone, like a lighter.

One second. A bright flame, the next, it barely works anymore.

She just,, was hurt.

"I bet your doing so fucking well huh..Sean.." she trailed, acting like he was here.

"Huh...you probably are.." she sniffled, wiping her eyes.

She closed her eyes, her head falling onto the desk.