Disclaimer: Johnny and well, everything minus plot, belongs to the almighty Jhonen Vasquez.
A/N: Ahhh...takes place in the last page of JTHM #7
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
A/N 2: ^_^ Thank you thank you thank you Amala-chan!!! ^_^ You have no idea how much I needed a beta reader! YOU ROCK!! Woooohooo! *waves little black banners that say 'Amala' in purple* ^_^
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Maybe...Maybe there was some way to forget...or make it right. Johnny hugged his stomach, he felt sick. He had driven his tiny car up to the cliff where he and devi had sat that fateful night. It was all his fault, his emotions.
"I'm SICK of this!" his scream became lost in the howling wind that constantly plauged the higher grounds.
The thin man looked down at the glittering lights below him.
"What a beautiful illusion." he wispered under his breath.
Tears fell down his face, forging silver paths on his pale cheeks that shone in the moon's light.. He shook his head and the tears fell onto his pant leg. He looked down at his die-ary. His last entry filled the page. Cold as the moon. He closed the book and bowed his head. If only he was emotionless, this would have never happened, he would never have hurt her. 'Devi...' He looked down at the book.
"This is all your fault." He mumbled, more to himself than the book.
If only he had refused her invitation, nothing would have happened and both he and Devi could have gone on living thier lives. Pain would have been avoided. They both would have been better for...or would they?
He smiled slightly. He really did love her. He hurt for it...but the time they had spent together had made it worth it. If only he could go back and undo what he had done...but he knew it was impossible.
Johnny picked the black book up. Now that Devi wouldn't even look at him, much less speak to him, he had no chance, no chance at all of righting his wrongs. His heart ached horribly. 'Damn emotions...' If only they would let him be...
"DAMMIT!" Johnny flung the book over the cliff's edge. Tears fell down his face again. "Dammit..." he mumbled softly.
Why? Why couldn't he just shut it off? Why couldn't he just...not feel anymore?
"Because you fucked it up so bad..." Nny trailed off, unable to continue.
'This is pointless! What's done is done. But...' He sighed. It would be better to go home and forget, again. He hated the way he chose to forget, but it was he knew, all he'd known for the longest time now. Besides, he still needed the blood, elsewise the "thing" would escape again. The last thing he needed right now was something else he couldn't control.
The thin man slid off the hood of his car and turned to get in the small automobile.
'Maybe tomarrow I'll be cold...'
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Eck, well, that was my one shot Johnny fic. I hope you liked it.
A/N: Ahhh...takes place in the last page of JTHM #7
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
A/N 2: ^_^ Thank you thank you thank you Amala-chan!!! ^_^ You have no idea how much I needed a beta reader! YOU ROCK!! Woooohooo! *waves little black banners that say 'Amala' in purple* ^_^
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Maybe...Maybe there was some way to forget...or make it right. Johnny hugged his stomach, he felt sick. He had driven his tiny car up to the cliff where he and devi had sat that fateful night. It was all his fault, his emotions.
"I'm SICK of this!" his scream became lost in the howling wind that constantly plauged the higher grounds.
The thin man looked down at the glittering lights below him.
"What a beautiful illusion." he wispered under his breath.
Tears fell down his face, forging silver paths on his pale cheeks that shone in the moon's light.. He shook his head and the tears fell onto his pant leg. He looked down at his die-ary. His last entry filled the page. Cold as the moon. He closed the book and bowed his head. If only he was emotionless, this would have never happened, he would never have hurt her. 'Devi...' He looked down at the book.
"This is all your fault." He mumbled, more to himself than the book.
If only he had refused her invitation, nothing would have happened and both he and Devi could have gone on living thier lives. Pain would have been avoided. They both would have been better for...or would they?
He smiled slightly. He really did love her. He hurt for it...but the time they had spent together had made it worth it. If only he could go back and undo what he had done...but he knew it was impossible.
Johnny picked the black book up. Now that Devi wouldn't even look at him, much less speak to him, he had no chance, no chance at all of righting his wrongs. His heart ached horribly. 'Damn emotions...' If only they would let him be...
"DAMMIT!" Johnny flung the book over the cliff's edge. Tears fell down his face again. "Dammit..." he mumbled softly.
Why? Why couldn't he just shut it off? Why couldn't he just...not feel anymore?
"Because you fucked it up so bad..." Nny trailed off, unable to continue.
'This is pointless! What's done is done. But...' He sighed. It would be better to go home and forget, again. He hated the way he chose to forget, but it was he knew, all he'd known for the longest time now. Besides, he still needed the blood, elsewise the "thing" would escape again. The last thing he needed right now was something else he couldn't control.
The thin man slid off the hood of his car and turned to get in the small automobile.
'Maybe tomarrow I'll be cold...'
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Eck, well, that was my one shot Johnny fic. I hope you liked it.