Here's another story, read it and weep.
Letter - DaveJohn - Suggested by Nommon
By the time you reach him it's too late. Jack's already leaving and John is dead. That's the harsh reality of it. There's no point in thinking he's going to live or be alright. Jack doesn't fuck around, you know this much. His body is slumped against the blood stained wall and his eyes are shut. With shaky steps you walk over to him, stupidly hanging onto hope as if it's a safety rope.
The blue of his outfit is stained with the ugly red of death. His skin is paler than yours and covered with bruises. Multiple stab wounds cover his tattered body and gashes dim his beauty, he's still beautiful though. He'll always be beautiful in your mind, the way he flushes- flushed, when embarrassed. The way his messy black hair would hang and cover his amazing eyes. Damnit you already miss him.
The sky seems to mourn him too, rain pours from it and a cold wind blows away the rustic scent of death. He's doing it, he's beside you and watching your next move. It's warm where you are and it feels as if he's hugging you, trying to comfort you and let you know he's there. The wind starts picking up again and you have to hold onto your shades, jesus John. The wind dies again and something flies into your face, it's paper. You inspect it and on the front it has your name in John's adorable writing.
To Dave,
Hey Dave, I figured I'd write this note cause, who knows what'll happen in this game. Below this paragraph is my journal entry from the year we met, read it all please. There'll be another explanation from me at the end, so don't get confused cause I know you can be stupid some times.
I'm so excited for tomorrow, it's finally the day I get to see Dave! We've been Internet friends for so long, I'm tired of skyping him. When I see him imma give him a big hug! Hehe. He's so cute cool. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. I hope I don't annoy him too much. I think I may be homosexual for him... I mean, he's cool and awesome and is really nice! If he liked Con air he'd be better but hey, he's perfect enough. I don't think I should tell him though... Rose says I should, but why would someone like Dave like someone like me? I'm a bucktoothed, unpopular nerd. He deserves someone nicer and better than me. Plus, maybe he's not homo and it'll ruin our friendship? Maybe I should ask Jade. I don't know. Anyway, I better go to bed now. Sometimes I wonder why I'm writing in this journal, I probably seem crazy. Bye journal!
Yeah. It's lame, I know. I just wanted you to see this if anything happened to me. I'm sorry Dave, I love you. :B
Holy crap it's something like out of Bro's animes, it's stupidly cheesey and- are those tears? Water's spilling from under your shades and you can't stop it. His hands are there, wiping them away with gentle gusts of wind. You can't help but smile and laugh while crying harder.
"I love you John..." You managed to whisper and barely there arms wrap around your shoulders, cool lips pressing against yours.
"No homo Dave." His pixie like giggles fill the air and you laugh with him, trying to forget the blood and death looming around you. He's going to be here with you by your side, so you hug his body for the last time before putting your hand out, waiting for him to grab it. Smooth air circles around your hand and you take the steps, the steps toward the future.
I had fun writing this, I hope it's alright Nommon. People give me canons or an au, they're fun to write. XD
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