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JoJo was lying down in his bed, staring at the blank ceiling. The sound of Buttons' breathing came from the other side of the room, the boy finally sleeping after another rough day.
JoJo blinked, his weary eyes growing tired. He hadn't slept for three days.
JoJo pulled up the light blanket draped over his body up to his chin, moving to lay on his side. He sighed, finally letting sleep take over.
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JoJo was in a dark room. Just like before. He hears shouting, a heart rate monitor (?), the sound of a car crashing, music and the sounds of doors slamming simultaneously.
Just like before.
"JoJo?" A soft voice called, breaking through all the sounds.
A pale boy with messy light brown hair smiled. Lines traced his face, all from joy. His green eyes pierced through JoJo's heart.
The boy reached out, cupping JoJo's face with his left hand.
"I love you."
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JoJo woke up, immediately turning to see the time. 2:59 AM. 2 hours of sleep (a new record!)
JoJo felt tears trace his cheek, not bothering to even try and wipe them away.
Gods, he felt so. . .empty.
Was this how Buttons felt? (After they died. . .)
JoJo wanted to. . .he wanted to disappear. And he didn't know why.
The world just felt too big. His thoughts were too empty, like an echo in a huge palace hall. It felt like JoJo was never really there.
And Buttons deserved someone who could fully take care of him.
JoJo could hear sobs. Oh, were those his?
JoJo could sort of feel two arms wrapping around his torso, hugging him tightly, but at the same time he felt so far away.
What's the point of anything? / All my friends are missing again (tv, Billie Eilish)