Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Oneshots/Imagines

Leone Abbacchio | Dread

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*Angsty stuff for y'all. Honestly, I nearly cried when writing it, Chill noticed and was just like "Babe, what's wrong-?" "I NEED MY SAD SCARF!"

WARNING: Angst, if you felt sad for Abbacchio's death than probably don't read this... unless you want sum sad :<

No-one's P.O.V.

Love. A word many could interpret differently.

There are the few who assumed it to be sexual desires and needs. There are the few who deem it unimportant, a feeling to tuck away. There are the hopeless romantic, following after the feeling with everything they had... and then, there was the hopeful unromantic, someone who could pull their head from the clouds.

Here, our protagonist of this story, a young woman by the name of Y/n L/n, laid on her bed, not wanting to leave it's comforting embrace. Albeit, the bed was comfortable but it wasn't healing the pain in her chest, her mind simply tracking back to him.

Y/n had a very strong sense of hope and justice. From the moment she had been recruited, being the very first to even be called into her capo's team, she kept her head high with such confidence no-one could overcome. Her smile radiated on others, and her heart full of flourishing integrity.

And yet, with one stare, her confidence shattered like a mirror.

He was serious, he was smart, and such a compelling personality. His subtle smile made her heart warm up like a fire, and anytime he'd look at her with those beautiful eyes, her face would become red. To her, he was gorgeous.

His reasoning for joining Passione was his own justice. While Y/n and him saw the world differently, she found him so astounding. His humor, whatever he enjoyed. She was Eros and he was Psyche. She was an angel, a goddess to grace him, and he was chained down to his own grief.

In many ways, the brooding male felt the same. He cherished everything, her smile, her laugh, she was the only person to be truly precious to him, someone he wanted to protect, to live a life with, perhaps have a family. His wish was to belong to her, for the two to belong to one another.

But, the destined lovers forgot one thing. Danger and death.

Her tears were staining the sheets as she let out quiet sobs. It had been a year since the event, but never had it left her memory. The sheer memory of his lifeless eyes, it would send her to her home for days, not wanting to go out, not wanting to live.

The feeling of his lips on hers, lingering as it would leave a purple stain. It was her imagination. His arms around her tightly, with whispers of affirmation. Fake. The day where she'd tell him how she felt, how she yearned for his heart, his touch, his love... Gone.

Not a day went by where she'd curse herself for not going with, for not protecting him, for never telling him. At times, she could remember him and his comments. At times, a delusion of him would come by, comforting her as she laid, glued to the bed. His smile would be warm, his hold on her felt real, as he'd whisper gently; "It's fine, I'm here, and I love you."

With a long sigh, Y/n sat up from her bed. Her head was throbbing with pain, her conscious returns as she'd regain her breath. A slight dizziness followed her as she got herself ready for the day. The pain of him haunted her, but her role in the gang was important. After finishing preparations, she left her home.

Walking down the streets, she'd only remember the funny little times of her love interest telling an inside joke and her laughing whilst everyone else were baffled... She pushed it away. She wasn't trying to cry again.

It was only a small while had she gone down a certain road. Her shoulders dropped as she entered the grim area, a sense of dread, depression, pure sadness looming over her shoulder. She stood at the grave.

She reminded herself constantly of her capo's orders, to make sure she can move on and be able to live happily, but grief couldn't let her go.

She tried to hold her breath, but failed, letting her tears flow down her cheeks as she stared, bringing her hands up, attempting to wipe away the salty droplets as sobs left her throat.

"Abbacchio, why could I... I love you, and I miss you, Leone."

Honestly, when I did the Eros and Psyche thing I just did a reference to Lore Olympus. I haven't read a lot of it but I find it super pretty

-L o f i