Pairing: Jack Avery x reader
Warnings: angst, death, depression etc.
Summary/Sentence: based on the song out loud // gabbi hanna
Written by: Jayde - itrytobesocial
You could still feel him, could taste his presence, and see him in the darkness as you lay awake on sleepless nights. He whispered sweet nothings, depriving you of his warmth as you cried yourself to sleep; the pain subsiding the comfort. You tried to shake him off, but his spirit wrapped itself around your shoulders, dragging you away from recovery. You were drowning in silence, lost in the crowd of other grievers.
You attempted to sleep, the lamps on either side of the bed being the only source of lighting in the room. Your eyes stayed glued to the wall, Polaroids of memories plastered all over it. Knowing that you were not going to catch any sleep any time soon, you lifted your body from the bed, walking closer to the wall. Your fingertips travelled across the photos, picking individual ones off of the wall. Your hands began shaking as you stared at a picture of him, the picture staring back at you as if he were still here.
At that moment, something inside of you snapped.
Tears fell from your face as you uncontrollably ripped the Polaroids from the wall, screams leaving your lips and echoing throughout the house. Your heart felt as if it had been stabbed several times; he had ripped it out of your body and crushed it in his hands.
Footsteps rushed down the halls, your screams awakening the sleeping roommates of yours. Your vision was hazy and the screams of your friends sounded muffled. He pushed on your chest, weakening your lungs. As the rest of the boys ran into the room, you huddled into a ball, gasping for air and letting out more screams.
“Y/n!” Daniel screamed as he leaped to sit beside you, Jonah following not long after. Your arms swung around aimlessly as you kicked your legs, pushing the two innocent boys away.
“Y/n! Please let us help!” The boys frantically tried to calm you down, panic rushing through their bodies as anxiety ran through yours. You could feel their warmth and comfort around you, but you longed for the touch of him. You longed to run your fingers through his perm; you were desperate and driving yourself crazy with the thoughts.
“Y/n, please.” The boys began muttering incoherent sentences. The spirit that was holding down your chest finally letting you free, the gasping finally becoming effective. You reached out for him, knowing he wasn’t there, but you continued to wish. He wasn’t going to come back, and you needed to accept that.
But he’s just a ghost now.
“Try to get some sleep, okay?” Jonah whispered as he placed a glass of water on your bedside table, giving you one last hug before exiting the room. You lied in bed, staring at the singular picture of him, the last picture of him, on the wall.
“Wish I could show you how, Jack, but you’re just a ghost now.”
You closed your eyes, slipping into a world of sleep.
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