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There was a weakness in Jeremy that Allison couldnât bring herself to hate. Beneath all his layers of mundane angst, there was a real person suffering from the plague of the living. Death was the only surefire thing for people like them; those unaffected by the disease that came with being supernatural. Idealistically, death was a gift. A way to cap a beautiful life to only be greeted by the gates of the beyond. Yet, premature death came with an endless bout of grief for those left in their wake. Jeremy knew what loss felt like and she couldnât hate him for understanding how shitty it felt to be on the receiving end. âGood because even if you did, I wouldnât have cared. You need someone and I happen to be someone.â Even with nothing left to give, she wouldnât leave him in the dust. Humans needed each other in this world.Â
âI guess you have but grief doesnât care about distance or time. Itâs not some quantified marathon of misery. Small bursts is enough for the universe to choke on it.â She scoffed. âFaking it makes otherâs less uncomfortable. Isnât that what weâre trying to do? Make everyone around us feel better because they canât fix usânor do they can to do so.â
âBecause misery loves company, Jeremy. I am content with that because it means I wonât be alone.âÂ
Jeremy nodded solemnly. He didnât know what Allison being here really meant, but he was still glad that she was. There was a pain in Allisonâs eyes, a darkness that had always intrigued him. Though once upon a time he mightâve played games with that darkness, he now found a simple comfort in it. He wasnât sure if he could find the kind of darkness he would need to protect Elena yet. But at least there was someone beside him who he could relate to. Well, at least somewhat anyway.Â
His mind started to whir along a bit faster than he liked but he wasnât going to pass up this opportunity. âWant to go find somewhere a little quieter?â He hoped sheâd agree.Â
âYouâre right. Feel like a dick now for trying to compare that pain. Guess practice doesnât make perfect in this case anyway.â A humorless laugh slipped out as she offered him the entire point of this day. âJust another reason why I donât believe in faking it. Thatâs their problem not mine. I know Iâm a real ass hole but I donât really care. Not sure if youâve noticed.â He offered a small joke to bring the conversation towards a place of a bit more normalcy.Â
Her next words silenced him though. Jeremy had to admit heâd never thought about loss like this and it was refreshing to hear her perspective. âI take back what I said. You are better at this than me.â Jeremy sighed. âBut, if itâs worth anything--and I canât promise anything either but--you wonât have to be alone if Iâm around.âÂ









