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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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candiesz · 10 months

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doliditas · 10 months

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ja-ehyun · 1 year

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beclipoe · 8 months

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dollnini · 7 months

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y-ves · 1 year

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allaboutthedongs · 2 years

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ning-lover · 2 months

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yutaflms · 4 months

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bedtime-history · 3 months

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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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texts ; mark lee (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵)✧

pictures bf! mark sends you of himself

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p4p1l0nn · 5 months

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“GHOSTS OF US”

pairing: johnny x reader

genre: angst.

a/n: [edited] just wanted to mention this johnny fic is a standalone read — no sequels in sight. author’s just feeling a bit whipped for johnny and decided to whip up another tale.

johnny, a solemn expression etched on his face, struggled to find words that could stitch back the fabric of their unraveling connection.

“i can't explain it,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “the spark, the fire we had — it's just not there anymore.”

a mix of pain and confusion in your eyes, implored, “was our love just a temporary illusion, johnny? something you could discard when it became inconvenient?”

johnny, grappling with the weight of his own choices, insisted, “i didn’t plan for this. i never wanted to hurt you.”

“but you have, johnny. every day, a little more,” you sighed, your voice trembling like fragile leaves in the wind. “it’s like watching the person i love disappear, leaving only a hollow shell behind.”

as the room seemed to tighten, johnny struggled with his next admission. “i thought i could find happiness elsewhere. i thought i needed something more.”

your heart breaking with each uttered word, questioned, “and what about me? wasn’t i enough? or was i just a placeholder until you found whatever it is you’re looking for?”

“i don’t have answers,” johnny confessed, a painful honesty in his voice. “all i know is that staying feels like a lie, and leaving feels like tearing my own heart out.”

you, grappling with the harsh reality, whispered, “so you choose to break us instead? to break me?”

“i’m sorry,” johnny uttered, his voice a fragile apology in the air. “i never wanted to be the one who stopped loving. but i can’t pretend anymore.”

as johnny’s apology lingered in the air, you took a deep breath, your heart heavy with the weight of acceptance. “i understand, johnny.” you whispered, your voice carrying the strength of bittersweet understanding. “sometimes, we have to let go to find our way back.”

silence. no response. johnny stood silently in the stillness, his shoulders weighed down by the burden of unspoken words.

your voice a mere whisper on the wind, repeated softly, “let it go, johnny.” the breeze, once a gentle companion, now carried a sorrowful tune, mourning the love that had slipped through the cracks. johnny, lost in the echoes of his own thoughts, mumbled another apology.

“let me go, johnny,” you urged, your words hanging in the air like fragile petals. “it’s been years.” in a heartbreaking twist, johnny was confronted with the truth — you had left this world long ago. the connection that seemed so real existed only in his own mind.

he knelt beside your grave, the cool breeze carrying whispers of forgotten memories. the tombstone stood as a stoic witness to the fading echoes of your shared past.

a lone willow, its branches weeping like johnny’s heart, cast shadows upon the weathered gravestones. the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving hues of melancholic purples and oranges painting the sky.

“johnny, do you remember the way i used to laugh?” your voice, like a ghostly breeze, wove through the tombstones, reaching the depths of johnny’s soul.

his eyes, filled with an unsettled sorrow, scanned the inscriptions on nearby graves. the silence was broken only by the distant chirping of the crickets and the soft rustling of leaves.

he hesitated, the weight of the question sinking into the earth beneath him. “i . . . i think so,” johnny murmured, his voice barely audible in the quietude of the graveyard.

“tell me, johnny. what was the sound of my laughter?”

his breath caught in his throat, and the distant city lights flickered. a fading sunbeam highlighted the engraved letters on your tombstone, casting a poignant glow.

“i . . . i’m sorry. i can’t remember,” johnny confessed, his words a fragile offering to the memory slipping through his grasp like grains of sand.

“it’s okay, johnny. let go,” you whispered, the words mingling with the wind that swept through the cemetery.

yet, johnny’s fingers tightened on the bouquet of flowers he held, a silent plea against the fading tide of recollection.

“it relieves me, you know,” you spoke softly, your voice a gentle melody. “to see you moving on, even if it means forgetting the little details.”

he looked up, his eyes meeting the translucent figure beside the gravestone. “but i don’t want to forget you. i can’t,” he pleaded, his fingers tracing the letters on the cold stone beneath him.

you extended a spectral hand, a comforting gesture. “johnny, it’s not about what you want. it’s about what we both need. i’m at peace, and i want you to find that too.”

he gazed into the emptiness of the gravestone, wrestling with his emotions. “but why? why do you want me to forget you?”

a breeze whispered through the trees, carrying your words. “because my love, clinging to memories that only bring you pain is no way to honour what we had. life is for the living, and you deserve happiness beyond the shadows of the past.”

johnny’s shoulders slumped, the weight of understanding settling upon him. “i just . . . i feel guilty. like i failed you.”

your form shimmered in a comforting light. “you didn’t fail me, johnny. you’ve carried the burden for too long. i want you to let go of this guilt and live a life where joy can bloom again.”

he nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. “i’ll try.”

with a heavy heart, johnny placed a vibrant daisy on your grave, its simple and cheerful petals reflecting the brightness that you once brought into his life.

a wistful smile crossed his face as he said, “just like you, always spreading joy.” trying to lighten the heavy air, he added, “guess what? i’m thinking of bringing a lemon pie next time, even though you know i can’t stand that stuff. just for you.”

a gentle breeze stirred, as if carrying away your laughter, and johnny chuckled, finding comfort in the shared jokes that transcended the realms of the living.

with a final lingering gaze at your resting place, johnny whispered, “goodbye for now, love. until our laughter echoes together again.”

and with that, he walked away, the weight of memories lightening with each step, leaving behind a graveyard filled with flowers and a heart holding onto the sweetness of shared moments.