Day 26
Rating T bad language at the end literally one bad word and blasphemy.
Time travel
Warning this is a little sad.
When Wally got her the journal before she left they'd agreed to write together so they could read it to each other when they found their way back to each other, funny notes, or note saying how much they miss each other. Artemis had thought it stupid at the time but Wally had pounced upon it with his usual puppy like enthusiasm, she couldn't turn him down, doing this mission was going to be hard enough on their relationship, she'd barely challenged him at all in those last months they'd walk by each other and not say a word he'd just randomly hug her and press his face into her hair breathing in her scent. She'd asked him why he did that, he'd just responded "because I love your hair."
Dear diary
It's been 2 months since Wally…
His stuff's still here lingering like a dark shadow a haze of regret washes over me every time I think about it, god it feels like someone's ripped off a limb. I feel like someone dropped a mountain on my chest. The lounge reeks of bourbon, Wally hated bourbon, he hated any form of alcohol personally I always thought it was just jealousy because he couldn't get dunk. I cut my hair, whenever I'd see it brush past my eyes or it tickled my back. All I could think about was how he used to run his fingers through it.
I can't do this, even with the bourbon heavily covering the scent of everything it still smells like him, like redvines, cheese whizzes and his lynx bodyspray.
His clothes are everywhere hell there was a load of washing in the machine wet, and festering, I think he broke the dryer, because it hasn't been working since I got back. It's broken.
People call and I let it ring, I hate answering the phone, I like our voicemail message it's us, we'd recorded in one of Wally's mad cheesey we are a couple moments, lets do something ridiculously cute moments, he was full of those doing something romantic moments.
I'm going to miss those moments filled with his adorkableness. Dear God I miss him. If I could go back in time I could, I'd change it all if I could. If only Bart could remember the fucking schematics for the time machine.
A/N: I own nothing young justice. I'm going to try and finish this by tomorrow but who knows if I'll be able to.