I wrote this a while ago, at midnight, when my brain was hyped up on angst and edginess. Shut up, my soul writes what it wants to write, even if they're usually dumb.
Jesse Used: M!Jesse
I'm eternally sorry for everything I've caused. It's always been a problem with me, everywhere I go there's bound to be danger around the corner. I've tried, I've hoped, I've succeeded, I've failed. It's always been on repeat, and yet I still never got used to it. I'm done trying, I'm done failing. I sincerely apologize to whoever might be reading this, but just know, I believe in you. You'll save the world, you'll save our friends, you'll save yourself. You have my best wishes, and my trust. Goodbye, for good.
The redhead stood near the edge, looking over the frozen wasteland. At first, she just wanted her best friend to stay by her side. Then, said best friend decided to stay behind while she went on adventures.
She was clouded with intense emotions, all she wanted was to find herself, but that caused her to forget her own best friend. She didn't realize how hurt he was. He always seemed like the type to understand all of her problems. And that made her forget he had his own to deal with.
She didn't spot the red flags soon enough. The pained, dull look he always held. The quiet voice he used when faced with a crisis. The faked happiness that radiated from him. He hid all of it so well, nobody ever noticed.
And then, the red flags faded away. All of it disappeared, replaced with absolutely nothing. And that's what it was, a hole where he was supposed to be. He's gone. He's gone. He's actually gone.
She stared back at the note in her hand, the note she found on the very platform she stood on. Her eyes scanned through the handwriting over and over, silently wishing it was all a joke. A cruel, petty joke.
Part of her blamed herself, for never noticing the red flags. Another part of her blamed her own best friend, for never telling her about all of this, for keeping his fears locked away. The last part of her, wanted to avenge him. She wanted to make him proud.
The harsh freezing cold of the snowstorm whisked the note away from her hand, but thankfully she was quick and grabbed onto it before it could fly away. Now, she was reading the backside of the note, messy handwriting that could easily be seen as rushed.
I just want to go home. I just want to go back to Beacontown. I never wanted any of this to happen. I never wanted to become a hero, a champion, whatever else I am. I just want to go back, change everything. I want to stop that whole witherstorm deal, so I never have to deal with responsibility. I just want to go home.
He believed in her. He was always by her side. He always saved her. But she couldn't save him.
Instead, she'll save everyone else, just for him.