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Dude, that repeating day ask got me. I don't normally read angst and I didn't realize it was angst I'm BROKEN. I was waiting for a good ending the whole time :')

I do kinda wanna see what the good ending would be like tho

this is for you anon

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"STOP!"

Xyx halts mid-turn. He blinks. Maybe he misheard you-

"STOP!! COME BACK!!"

It has been... been... fuck. He'd lost count of how long it's been since he's heard you say anything but his name. Is he in shock? Something feels... frozen still in his chest.

Quick footsteps on the tile behind him fade out as you approach. He can hear you panting, but he still doesn't turn. He can't turn. He can barely breathe.

It's then that you say his name. It pricks his ears painfully.

"Yes?" He replies, softly.

"I'm here."

"...That you are."

"No, I-" your voice cracks and he tilts his head slightly at the sound.

"You all right?"

"I... I..."

You fall to the ground and he finally turns at the sound, staring down at you. Your hands are quivering.

It's strange... you're nearly a stranger to him now. And he is certainly no longer the person you fell in love with. Yet the sight of you kneeling anxiously on the floor somehow still catches his breath.

He kneels in front of you. The airport travelers murmur in confusion as they step around the scene, but neither of you pay them any attention.

You meet his gaze. "I'm here. I've... I've been here."

"What do you mean?"

A tear falls down your cheek. "I am here. With you."

You grab his hand tightly in yours, and it's as if the world freezes around him. Now he's sure he's not breathing.

"How did you-"

"I saw you jump. Yesterday."

He swallows. "Off the north parking structure?"

You nod with a cry. "Why did you do that?"

"I..."

You lunge at him and both of you tumble back onto the cold tile. His arms fly into the air, uncertain of what to do as you hug him fiercely. Can he hug you back? Should he?

"You can't. Do that." You choke out.

"...It didn't work."

"Thank God it didn't work."

You hold him close to you, and the lock around his heart cracks slightly down the center. He lets his arms fall around you and gently holds you against him.

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck you."

He can't help but laugh at the sound of you swearing. "Not very polite."

"I don't care."

He runs his fingers through your hair absently. Was it always this texture?

"How long have you seen this day?"

"I think a week. Maybe more...?" You look up at him. "How long have you...?"

He smiles. "Maybe a month."

"Do you know what's going on?"

"I wish, but... no."

You crumple a bit at that response and he hugs you tighter.

"We'll fix it. I promise."

"I just... I'm just glad it's not just me... I felt... "

His eyebrows knit together -- as a sound slips from his throat, he's not sure if he's laughing or crying or both. But what he does know is that someone is here with him. A ghost from distant memory, brought forth via a miracle. Or curse. He has no fucking clue. Maybe it's awful that you're stuck here now. Maybe he shouldn't feel as relieved as he does in this moment.

He buries his face in your hair, exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding, and smiles.

"Me too. Me.... me too."

Hello... stranger.