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synopsis: jjk men reacting to your death :3 contents: angst ofc featuring: yuuta okkotsu, toji fushiguro, yuuji itadori
a/n: it was supposed to be way angstier but since I love you guys, I made it bittersweet-ish :D
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Melted together, like time.
Another ring on his necklace, another person he loved, was gone.
Seconds passed, minutes dragged together and hours flowed, like the tide of the rebellious current of a river.
'you could've taken anything from me.'
tears flowed, like the very rain outside, thunder rumbling, like the emotions within himself, because, you took his soul, his heart, his very person.
'but why did you take them?'
You wiped it clean, you made him want to change, become stronger so he could protect you, protect the one thing he valued over his life and-
here he was.
over your tombstone, he stood over the freshly dug grave, and he thought how much you would've hated the bland, grey, of your tombstone.
The only thing that you would've liked about your final resting place, were the flowers that he planted himself, digging through the rich brown dirt to give you one last gift.
rich purples, deep reds, soft blues, vibrant pinks, all giving him an excuse to go back to you.
to take care of you, even if you weren't in this world.
The sky screamed out its rage, splitting the once beautiful sapphire sky into shades of grey, water pouring down from the heavens, the tears of the angels pouring down on Yuuta's silent form.
Saltwater mixed with fresh, pure water.
Sadness and grief, mixed with renewal and purification.
the petals of the flowers, sag underneath the skies tears and yuuta's deep blue eyes filled up with his own tears, salt now landing on the ground.
Almost like a curse, huh?
everyone he loved, everything he cared for, would always leave him, one way or another.
"please. wait for me, okay?"
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He still thinks about you, a year after your death.
The worst year of his sad life.
He still thought about you, each minute, each hour, every. damn. second.
He thought of you when going to bed, his arm already reaching out to the empty space where he expected to feel your warm body against his bare skin, he thought of you when he heard your favourite song on the radio, practically hearing the way your voice cracked on the ridiculously high note, the teasing smile when he gazed at your photo-
your laugh haunted him, leaving echoes of happiness, of laughter, of love, of joy around the now sad home.
Echoes were all that remained of you.
"Together right? in this world, and in heaven as well."
Brushes of your skin, your voice drifting in his air, your smile, the way you held his hand-
How did you go in the blink of an eye?
How did you flood his thoughts, memories, when you weren't there?
Liquor was all that he tasted on his tongue, the taste flooding his mind, the feeling soothing his brain-
But not him.
He stared at the ring on his third finger, still wearing it, still calling you his.
Because you were.
In this afterlife and the next, you would always be his.
Even if you were just a memory.
Just another star in the brilliant, vast sky.
Seconds merge together, time standing at one point as his foggy mind stared at a constellation, the one specific star that glowed brighter than the rest, the one calling him in the remote distance.
"even... if you gave up on me......"
He whispered, his eyes closing as for a second, he could feel your comfortable presence beside him, holding his hand.
in the serene calmness, toji dropped the bottle, causing the glass to shatter, with remains of the liquid spilling out on the floor and one small tear carving it's way down his face, almost like a kiss.
"i.. will never give up on you."
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'i've been told to get you off my mind.'
He stared blankly at a picture of you, his dull hazel eyes transfixed on your laughing face. He could practically hear your sweet laughter echoing in his head.
But it was just imaginary.
He'd been counting days, seconds, anything to get your face out of his mind, your figure lying so, so still, on the white parchment of the hospital bed.
You died in his arms.
Yuuji let out a shaky sob, his vision blurring as a lump grew in his throat, because without you-?
The one thing, that kept him sane?
The one thing he loved most of all?
If you were gone, what was there to do?
Sobs enclosed his throat, suffocating him, entrapping him in the never-ending cycle of sadness and self-pity as your voice swam around in his messed up head.
But tears didn't slip out of his eyes.
So instead of crying, Yuuji dully stared into space, feeling his heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces.
Each little happy memory with you, cut a deeper hole into his soul, because all that was left-
were memories and photos.
He was falling apart, in the worst way possible.
"i miss the way it used to be......."
"i....hope your happy y/n."
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