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johnny didn't know how much he cared for her, after she passed. he was selfish in himself, that he couldn't believe that he was in love with her. but he was, and it was to late for her to know. he hated himself for it.
as johnny say in his room, items scattered across the floor from his anger. his eyes were red, heavy, and his hair was tangeled. he didn't want to believe that she was dead, that made himself feel even worse. he found her in his bathroom with pills on the cold bathroom floor.
the image is engraved in his brain.
he sighed shakily, getting under the covers and lying his head that was filled with torturing memories of the two. he put his headphones in his ears, blasting the music and softly crying when her favorite song came on.
johnny roughly wipes his tears, closing his eyelids and hoping he'll fall asleep.
