FROM TUMBLR (misfitgirlwrites)

This wasn't requested. I'm just going through a breakup and needed this for myself. This is my first piece with Jerome Valeska. Enjoy.

Warnings: Mild language. Nothing else this is just fluff~

You came to notice that rainy days always affected you differently every time. You never hated them but you didn't exactly love them either. You were more of a neutral party. Today was much different though.

There was something about this particular rainy day that didn't give you any good thoughts. Just thoughts and memories of your recent ex that you were trying your hardest to push away. Of course, the day it happened, you cried. But after that, you kept busy to distract yourself. I was working just fine until now. You sat in your windowsill, staring out at the city as the rain poured down then up at the dark clouds that carried the storm. Your eyes were heavy from crying but you already tried to sleep with no luck. You let out a quiet sigh and closed your eyes.

"Why the long face?"

You tensed up and quickly looked to see Jerome. You squinted your eyes a bit and sat back again. "No reason," you muttered.

"What? No pillow thrown at me? No: 'Stop breaking into my apartment, Jerome! Ya scared the hell outta me!' Not even a glare. Are ya sick?" The ginger cackled.

You managed to crack a small smile when Jerome mocked you, "Stop breaking into my apartment, Jerome. Ya scared the hell outta me. Better?"

"A little." Jerome sat near your feet and crossed his arms, watching you.

"What brings you here, Ginger? I don't see any blood on you. No murders today? Evil schemes?"

"I hate rainy days. Ruins my glorious hair." Jerome cooed, "and apparently it ruins your mood too."

"My mood is fine."

"Oh come on, you're clearly down in the dumps. Ya feelin' blue? Face like a wet blanket? In a sad state of affairs? Been knocked sideways?"

"God, Jerome! Stop!" You couldn't stop the laugh that left you this time. "I can't be happy all the time."

"Yes, you certainly can. It's my job to make sure that's possible. So what's the matter? Got in an argument with your little bagel bite?" Jerome teased.

You let out another chuckle and looked down. The mention of the pet name brought tears to your eyes before you could stop them. You didn't really want to cry in front of Jerome and you tried to stop before any tears fell. Jerome leaned forward a bit, trying to look at your face.

"_?"

You let out a loud sob and covered your face, letting out muffled apologies as you cried. Jerome watched you for a bit and his fingers drummed along the windowsill before getting up. He lifted you so he could sit behind you and hugged you tightly.

"...So I take it you guys broke up?"

"Y-Yeah," You sniffed. "Something about getting our lives together. Said we could still be friends."

"Oh yeah? That's like saying your dog died but you can still keep it." Jerome scoffed.

You snorted.

"And lemme guess. Over text?"

"Yup."

"What an asshole."

You looked up at Jerome. He actually seemed a bit angry. The both of you stared out of the window in silence beside your occasional sniffing. After a while, you looked up at him again. "...They're not an ex. They're a why."

Jerome looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

"Like why the hell did I even date them."

Jerome burst into a fit of laughter and you laughed with him.

"You're so miserable without them, it's like they're still here." He chuckled, making you laugh harder.

"It'll be so hard for you to move on, _. Seeing things that remind you of them every time you go outside. Like garbage cans. And dog shit."

"Oh my god, Jerome-" You covered your face and sat up as you laughed.

"Let's be honest, _." Jerome sat up as well, "out of all your mistakes, they were your mistakiest."

"I fucking hate you-"

"They were the ketchup to your ice cream. The knife to your soup. The jelly to your burger. My point is, they were useless."

"Stop," You wheezed. You could barely breathe now, "god you're so annoying."

"You started it." Jerome grinned, sitting back again. "Laughter is the best medicine."

"I definitely needed that." You sighed and laid back against him.

"You deserve way better anyway." He wrapped his arms around you.

"You think so?" You looked up at him, "I'll move slow into it. Hopefully, that deserving someone is patient." You teased.

Jerome shrugged, "He can be. He can manage."

"Jerome. I don't mean two days patient."

"Ah shoot me then, _." He glanced at you as you laughed. He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before sitting back to stare out of the window. Your cheeks heated up a bit and you looked out the window as well.

Maybe rainy days weren't that bad. The rain was pretty okay.

"Just remember, _." Jerome moved some hair from your face, "if you love someone, let them go. And if they come back I'll set 'em on fire."

"Oh my god, stop!"