DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WOWP OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.
-Prologue-
And of course, right at that moment -heads up ladies and gentlemen, poetic justice is about to be served-… it starts to rain.
(Because that's what his life has become now, hasn't it? A fucking movie.)
Not even gradually, but in a sudden, torrential downpour. It drenches him from head to toe, and yet, ironically takes away nothing from him. Oh, how he wishes it would; the pain, the anger, the shame, the fear, the desperation, the hopelessness…and did he mention, the absolute fucking pain? Although, that would probably make sense if there were anything left to take.
For he is Justin- perfect son, perfect brother, perfect husband- and this is the last place he's supposed to be. He's always played it safe, lived by the book, worked harder than anybody else, persevered to excel at everything he does, and succeeded at that, too. Well, almost everything.
Now, stripped of everything that has ever meant anything to him, all he can do now is put his head in his soaking hands and wonder;
…How the hell did I end up this way?