Hi guys! For the time being, I'm not going to rate this mature, but in future I may do so due to self-harm themes. Maybe. We'll see.
John's heart broke at that moment. There was a black dread in his stomach, gnawing, bitting, spitting, fighting. So he did what any logical person would do in this situation. He ran. He ran, and would keep running until he was hidden. So he could die inside in peace.
He knew what his friends would do. They would envelop him in the warmest of hugs, whispering promises of hope and love in his ear, but John didn't want that. He wanted solitary confinement. He wanted no connection. He was done fighting for Dave. He had for two years already. That kiss- that kiss with that stranger was the last straw. The killing blow to all of his hopes of being happy. Of love. Dave had lied when he said he loved him. There was no love- how could he have been so blind? When Dave smiled, it never reached his eyes. Even when Dave's face was stripped of his glasses, there was no love there. He must have been so confident. So confident that John wouldn't notice, that he was so enraptured by the beautiful blood red colours dave's eyes sub stained that he wouldn't notice the coldness to those beautiful fiery eyes.
He had been too blind to see the way Dave never responded to John's kisses. He thought he was just shy. Just shy, and manipulative, and a liar and a cheat. Yeah, he's just shy.
He said he'd never leave, that he would be john's forever. He had wound stories of forgotten loves and hidden dreams and told them to john. Had any of them been true? Probably not.
So, as he sat in his apartment, listening to the banging on his door as Dave screamed for him to open it, he didn't cry. He didn't feel the bittersweet release of tears, or the urge to get up and open the door. He didn't then share a passionate kiss with Dave, like in the romantic comedies he had watched with Karkat, or punch Dave in the face, he just sat. And with every passing second, he died a little more.
John tried to sleep. He really did, but there were nightmares awaiting him in sleep. Scenes of Dave's betrayal echoing in his mind, stuck on repeat. He tried to sleep, he really did.
The banging on his door had long ago ceased, the sobs echoing from the hall way finally stopped, taking with them the myriad of questions, suggestions, actions that had been circulating. 'Should I let him in?' 'He said he's sorry.' 'He had been drinking already!' But the pleas of John's consciousness fell upon deaf ears.
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John decided at 6:00 PM it was time to roll out of the fetal position he had been laying in all day and check to see what his pesterchum was freaking out about last night. He had no doubts it would be his friends with worried minds over him. Trying to get through; or Dave telling him he was sorry. Begging, pleading, grovelling for forgiveness. He knew if he read enough of Dave's messages his resolve would be lost. No, he wouldn't let them sway him. He wouldn't give in.
He was right. His friends were all messaging him things like,You are better than Dave deserves!We all support you!Or, God forbid,Dave was really drunk! I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you!Well sorry to break it to you, but he did.He was also right about the fact that Dave was messaging him. Some of them, (as he had also predicted) almost broke his resolve. He held on though. He needed to.
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At 6:00 PM Karkat had knocked on his door. Well, more like banged actually. "JOHN!" Karkat yelled. "JOHN OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!" There was a pause on Karkat's side of the door. "IF YOU DON'T I'M GOING TO ASSUME THAT YOU'VE COMMITTED SUICIDE AND CALL THE COPS!" That was definitely not something John needed right now. Karkat had forced his hand so he begrudgingly got up and shuffled over to the door. As soon as he has unlocked it though, Karkat had almost ripped the door of it's hinges opening it. He then proceeded to encase John in a bone crushing hug. John hesitated, the silence so loud in his ears, before wrapping his arms around Karkat and shedding a single tear. A single tear that kick-started many. But Karkat was there. Stroking is hair as he cried his heart out and sobbed about everything and nothing. For that, John was grateful.
Karkat P.o.v.
He and John had been sitting on the sofa for hours. Eating ramen, watching Nic Cage movies. He had thought that his ROMCOMs would've been a much better choice, but he didn't say anything because he didn't think that the Egbert would be able to handle thoughts of romance at the moment. John had fallen asleep halfway through Con Air and Karkat had turned off the movie, only tolerating it for John's amusement.
Karkat stared down at John's face in his lap with sadness and a little bit of longing. He had loved John for years, but he couldn't tell him. He'd never worked up the courage to. Well, he almost did, but then Dave had asked John out and he couldn't face the thought of rejection, so he hid it. He growled at the thought of Dave. 'THAT ASSHOLE'S GOING TO PAY FOR HURTING JOHN.'
Karkat heard John's phone buzz. It seemed that the young Strider had been texting John quite a bit. So, Karkat did the most logical thing. He deleted all of the messages. He couldn't resist reading just first one though. 'John I'm really sorry please come home' was what it said. Karkat laughed at this one. Why would John need to 'come home'? He was at his house. Dave probably meant his own shitty apartment, and Karkat knew this. It angered him that Dave even dared call it John's home as well. And come on, that message sounded so fake. He wouldn't be surprised if Rose had made Dave write it out of sympathy for John. Loser. He fired off a quick message.
'IT'S KARKAT. I'M AT JOHN'S APARTMENT RIGHT NOW WITH HIM SLEEPING PEACEFULLY IN MY LAP. READ AND WEEP BITCH. DO JOHN A FAVOUR, AND FUCK OFF.'
John woke up at 12 in the afternoon after a long nap. He smiled at Karkat, not knowing Karkat had just read, replied to and deleted some of his text messages. At least, all of the ones concerning Dave. He smirked at the thought of Strider's face when he read that he was at John's house. He just hoped he would stay away from John. At least for a little while.
Savage Karkat is my favorite type of Karkat. Sorry this is so short! John is a hurting little babu. I'm so sorry
I'm such an angsty asshole. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Leave a review if possible because I really appreciate the feedback and know what you guys like and don't like.
Bye!
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