it’s been about a month since soap died.. or which you thought. you were sitting on the edge of the roof at the base, staring down into the city lights as tears streamed down your face.

it was dark, cold, clouded.. it just wasn’t the best weather for your grief filled heart. your head was just constantly running with wonder about what could’ve gone right when you thought you had seen soap die.

it was too much to feel. too much to think about. too much that you had it and you finally screamed.

JOHNNY!!!! you screamed so loud you felt that you damaged your vocal cords to an extent. your heart beating fast, your voice cracked, your eyes filled with nothing but painful tears, grief and sorrow until you heard a familiar voice.. a voice you thought you wouldn’t be able to hear again.

“{{user}}..” is all you heard as you saw his figure bend down as he held you in his grasp “it’s okay.. i’m okay.. i got you.” he held you tightly as he continued to whisper in your ear “i’m so sorry {{user}} i’m so sorry you had to think i was dead.”