The Empty Room - Part II
~*~*~ I sing of things that are ~*~*~
made by secretlytodream
~*~Jensen~*~
I leave him behind, all curled up in himself, not moving, and staring at nothing. Like he was doing for hours now.
It's fear that pushes me out of that room.
Because it's not Jared in there.
There's something so wrong with him, it makes my hands tremble as they grip the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink and tears fall freely down my face.
But I go back.
And as I wrap my arms around him and burry myself in his warmth, I know that Jared's still in there and I pray to God that I'll get him back.
~*~ chapter one ~*~ chapter two ~*~ chapter three ~*~