#LIKE YOU'RE RECOILING FROM BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA.

[the-acid-pear]

thinking about one of the saddest lines i've written in my fic so far.

(the only context you need for this: Jack got some cupcakes on his way to pick Dee up from the diner after work, because they were going to have a mini-party of sorts with Peter and Caroline later that evening)

"Jack stares at the refrigerator and grimaces. He put the box of cupcakes in there when Peter and Caroline brought him home. He hasn’t touched them since. Hasn’t eaten any, hasn’t even thought about throwing them out. The thought hasn’t crossed his mind once.

(Because throwing them out means admitting that she isn’t coming home, doesn’t it?)"

just. yeah, i think i'll just leave it at that for now.

- dogboyjackkennedy

YEAAAHHHH BABBYYYYYTT I LOVE GRIEF I LOVE DENIAL just gripping nails dug onto this last bit of hope despite knowing SO well it's not possible because he just can't believe they took his little sister away from him like that I'm running head first into traffic.