Free by asesina
Based on the most recent episode of the Following
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters.
Enjoy.
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Jacob wants to be free.
He wants to run away from it all, to sever his ties to this world and move on to the next.
He wants to be normal, whatever normal may be.
He wants to be free, but-
He can't.
Jacob is stuck. He is stuck between the person he wants to be and the person who wants to belong.
He is torn between two selves: the soft, caring boy who wouldn't hurt a fly and the desperately violent man who is drawn to magnetic, dangerous people like Paul and Emma.
Paul.
Paul is-
Paul is gone, and Jacob's life is a little easier.
He misses Paul so much, but he feels a little freer.
He doesn't have to think of himself as gay or even bisexual anymore. He doesn't have to be torn between two people.
He doesn't have to be stretched thin by labels, those shallow and meaningless words that could never explain how Paul and Emma both made him feel.
Paul is gone and Jacob is alone.
He doesn't want to be alone.
He lets himself spiral into a free-fall and crashes into Emma, cold, ruthless Emma, and he feels a little less alone.
He knows that she loves Joe, but there is a soft, familiar expression in her eyes that makes him weak in the knees.
Jacob wants to run away. He still can. He can forget about Joe and the entire cult and never kill anyone ever again.
Again.
It suddenly hits him.
He's a murderer.
It doesn't matter if he killed out of sympathy. He killed someone.
Jacob Wells is a murderer.
He hesitates at the doorway.
Emma watches him with a calm, calculated stare. She is encouraging him to come back in, and he feels a pulsating, frenetic magnetism pulling him closer to her.
"It's okay, Jacob," Emma says with a grin.
There is no going back now.
He is no longer the new guy, the softie, the sidekick, the weakling.
The old labels don't matter. He isn't gay or bisexual or straight or something in between.
He is just Jacob Wells the murderer, and he isn't here for Emma or Paul or even Joe.
He's here for himself, and he finally belongs.
End