but if something happens to me one day, i'll believe you did your best.
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but if something happens to me one day, i'll believe you did your best.
i finally get it. for you, it can be anyone in the whole world but me.
do you still like me?
it almost cost my life to understand all of this. i'll give you all the time you need. i won't rush you or pressure you in any way. and, if in the end, we don't end up loving each other like in the future i saw, i'll accept that. because at least, we'll end up on good terms. we won't spend our lives hating each other.
to let you go (just let me go). [jjinn fanfic]
"but if something happens to me one day, i'll believe you did your best." as jinn pulls him into a hug, strong arms around the frame of his fallen fragments, jerome wishes jinn would tug the wires of his veins too. but that's the saddest thing—jinn doesn't see the world the way jerome does. the reflections of death. the scenarios of the wicked. the future heartbreaks. the ceaseless ache. and it's never jinn's fault. in this stolen quietness, jerome wonders if it isn't his fault too.
or jerome finally can let go—of death that has always been in the shape of jinn.
(not) your blood on my hands. [jjinn fanfic]
if only you knew how much i love you— "i don't want anyone else but you. ever. you're the only one for me. even if i die and live again, i'll still want you. i'll still choose you." jinn laughed. it was the sweetest tune of familiarity—before the downfall, the insanity. jinn's whole body vibrated from sheer joy, and jerome squinted his eyes the slightest; this burning sun in between his hold was the most beautiful shooting star—and jerome prayed onto him. wished that they would listen, just once, not to take his world away from him. please.
or the visions haunt jerome in the shapes of jinn's smile—and his destined death.