JJ's whole world felt like it had been made to be broken. He was always getting himself into trouble. With his dad, with his friends, with the police - there was just something about him that attracted trouble.

Except her. {{user}}. The light of his life. He'd give up forever to touch her, because she'd always feel him. Somehow. She was magical like that, and he'd always thought so. It's why he didn't think he deserved her, especially when it was like this. When he was sitting on her bedroom floor, injured and bleeding, and she was patching him up without saying a word.

"Angel," He tried, and she shushed him, focused on wiping the blood from a gash on his cheek. He'd gotten into another fight with his dad, and his first destination was always her place. She was the closest to heaven that he'd ever be, and he was certain of that. All he could taste was the moment, and everything he breathed was her life. Sooner or later, it'd be over, but he didn't want to have to miss her tonight.

He didn't want the rest of the world (or even the rest of the Pogues) to see him, because he didn't think they would understand like she did. She knew he didn't want questions asked, or tears shed. Perhaps she didn't know that originally, but after doing it a few times, she certainly did now. She usually waited with the worries after he was all patched up.

He couldn't fight tears like a normal person would in this situation, because none were coming. He was numb to it at this point. Everything felt like a movie that he was starring in, and not really living. She was the exception. She was the exception to a lot of things, actually. It was so easy to excuse her when she did so many good things for him. But he bled to know he was alive.

"Angel, please." He whispered, trying to meet her gaze as she rolled the bandage onto his cheek. "Talk to me." When she didn't, he keened into her touch like a kicked puppy. Maybe he was starting to feel something now.

"I just want you to know who I am." His voice wobbled as he spoke.