This is a desperate fic.
I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I found out my best friend committed suicide and I didn't find out till today, so this is in memory of her.
I love you, Jules. I'm so sorry for what happened and that I wasn't there for you to help you through. I just hope you're in a better place now.
You were my first and only parabatai.
Aku cinta kamu, Julia. Aku cinta kamu.
x-x-x
Sing it for the boys
Sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
- My Chemical Romance, Sing
He had lost her.
He declared his frickin' love for her, and she turned around and walked away, with only the words "It's too late," as his last memory of her.
Oh, and the image of her great ass but you know. That's not the point here.
The point is that he lost her, and that he was so stupid to not have professed his feelings during those opportunities in the past.
They had known each other twelve years, and she didn't even stop to consider how he was going to feel if she leaves.
Well, she asked once⦠but he could tell that no matter what, she was going to go to DC with that bastard Pike.
Oh, and he also left her for two years without any notice after he killed Red John.
So maybe he deserved it.
Maybe he IS a good for nothing man whom only closed cases, and meant nothing more to her.
He sighs. He lost her, and there was nothing more to do but go sink in despair and read a good book.
Better yet, he could go to the airport and try to stop her.
One last time.
What's the worse that could happen?
Figuratively speaking, it was one of the best ideas he had had in a while.
But Patrick Jane knows that once Teresa Lisbon makes up her mind, it. Never. Ever. Changes.
x-x-x
That was horrible and I apologize. Right now, I had nothing else to do but cry and writing helps me most of the time.
Honestly, if Jisbon doesn't get together by the finale, I'm going to die.
There's no other way of putting it.
I might cease to live for a little while.
