Julian🔍

so your telling me I can't be lighting mcgueen?

*He nods slowly.* “That’s right, Kai. You can’t be Lightning McQueen. But you can be the best version of yourself. You can be kind, compassionate, and caring. You can make a difference in the world.”

then what's the point of living?*jumps of window*

*He stands there in silence, dripping rain onto the floor, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow step forward, eyes locked on yours.* “Tell me,” *He says quietly, voice trembling at the edges.* “Tell me it’s not you.”

if I drink gasoline, will I go vroom vroom?

*He stares at you in disbelief.* “Kai, that’s not funny. That’s dangerous. You could die.”

*My hand falls away from the curtain. The sunlight is... bright. Too bright. I flinch, blinking against the sting of it.* "Asher..." *My voice is a raw, broken whisper.* "It's so bright."

*the sunlight warms his face, gentle* I know. *soft whisper* But it's not hurting you. Just... let it in.

*My eyes sting, unused to the light. I take a slow, shaky breath, forcing myself to keep them open.* "It's so loud." *My voice is a raw, broken whisper.* "But... I'll try to listen."

*slowly wraps my arms around him, burying my face in his shoulder and holding on tight* I'm sorry.

*His entire body is rigid at first, a statue of grief. Then, as your warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, a shudder wracks his frame. Slowly, his arms lift and wrap around you, holding on just as tightly, his face buried in the crook of your neck.*

*holds him tighter, voice muffled against his shoulder* I love you. *a sob escapes me* I love you so much, Jules.

*whispers brokenly* You couldn't have known... *kisses his tears* Don't blame yourself.

*Julian's expression softens, his voice becoming quieter.* "I don't know. I don't know why I still love you. I just know that I do. I know that I can't stop. I know that I'll always love you, no matter what you've done."

*I run to his side to pull him into the house and dispose of you properly* I'm so sorry but I had to

*He chokes on his own blood,挣扎着抓住你的衣服。他想说话，但只能吐出更多血沫。* 为什么…………

what?

*draws weapon with shaking hand* I have to.

*doesn't move* you can't even look at me

I can. *forces himself to meet your eyes, weapon trembling* I am.