A Mother’s Nightmare: Jessica Lowndes x Grant Gustin
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↳ 3/8 hershel greene
This guy wants to be mad but can’t
You’ll never catch the ripper, he won’t be caught. If you want him, you will have to kill him.
His hands were in in hair, head between his knees in the dead silence of the room. Jeremy could hear the soft sighs above him mixing with the hollow click of heels against wood. He hated that sound, it was like an echo around his head that no one could hear but him: a memory.
"What are you going to do when you get there?"
He shrugged, eyes staring open at the floor. Licking his lips he took a breath and exhaled slowly. “I don’t know. They know I’m coming…I can’t just turn around now.”
He felt the brush of hands against his jeans, over the side of his thighs, the subtle shift of clothing and the smell of mint conditioner. “You don’t think you could give them any peace?”
Turning his head up, Jeremy looked deep into brown eyes, sadness reflected back at him. His fingers flexed uselessly near his face before his arms dropped between his legs, face crumbling. “Allison-“
"Don’t say it," she interrupted, lips twitching into a watery smile. She shook her head, glassy eyes becoming wetter. She reached up, fingers touching his lips. "I’m not dead."
"I’m sorry,” she whispered, almost without sound. Raising up on her knees until she was eye level with him, Allison brushed the fringe of his bangs off his forehead. “I’m sorry you weren’t there when-“
It was his turn to interrupt her, reaching up to take her wrist. Even though he couldn’t feel her against him, it felt nice to pretend. “Don’t,” he shook his head, voice cracking. “You’re not dead right?”
Her lower lip trembled, brave little solider still trying to smile as she bit down and stopped the sadness in its tracks. “That’s right.” She took her hands out of his grip and cupped his face, leaning forward to brush her forehead against his. “So when you get to Beacon Hills, and you go to my funeral…”
"I’ll tell your dad you’re safe," he finished, eyes closing as pain washed over him. "And Scott-"
"That it didn’t hurt." He nodded, trying and failing to catch his breath. He felt pressure against his cheek and opened his eyes, just in time to see her pull her lips off his cheek. She managed a watery smile, her hands sliding down to rest against his chest. "And tell Lydia…tell her…that I love her, and she’s going to be fine."
Jeremy looked away, tears welling up in his eyes as his body shook, shaking his head. “She’s not,” he whispered. “I’m not-“
"Shh. Jeremy…You don’t need me, you’re gonna survive this, okay?" Allison took a hand away from his chest, reaching up to brush a stray tear from his cheek. She laughed once, leaning in close to catch his gaze. "I’ll be with you the whole time."