#prinxebuck

“John. I. I’m so sorry.” It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter. You could say anything and right now it wouldn’t fucking matter. You died. In front of me. Ripped yourself from this world and took with you all these little bits of me I never knew were connected to you. I saw you broken and ruined against the sidewalk.

You broke me. Broke every bit of me. Ruined everything before it could start. But I look into those eyes and it almost doesn’t matter. Almost.

My hand is shaking so hard it’s cramping my wrist. You reach out and grab it, to keep it still. My wrist pops as I yank it away, as if I had touched a flame.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t you fucking touch me.” I growl. And you shatter, just like I did. Good. Feel that, you machine. Take that feeling and multiply it and soak it in whiskey and drink it for two years, two goddamn years, and then come back. Then come back and hold me and kiss me and love me. Then come back and dance with me. Come back and let me teach you about the stars. Come back and kiss me in the rain. Come back.

Come back two years ago and save me from the hell you put me through. Hell, come back sooner than that.

Come back and take me to the start and we’ll move into the country with some bees and dogs and we’ll forget about lesbian dominatrixes and crime rings and consulting criminals and minor positions in the government and jealous co workers.

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prinxebuck replied to your post:I had plans to...

yeah i can tell my roommate is currently trying to sleep but I’ve been getting up and down bc I can’t stay in my bed with THIS MUCH HAPPENING and I Feel Bad but also I don’t

my roommate hates me as i will NOT BE sleeping tonight ����

saaame.. my poor John.  we were all tucked in reading and then i opened tumblr on my phone.  The last thing I heard was a shout “HAVE SOME SELF CONTROL!!!” but it was too late.

Netflix!