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[itsjustabaddream]

INBOX OF NEIL WEST

Neil would be happy to hear from you. Leave a comment below to reach out. You can pay him a visit at home, or send him a letter any time.

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[itsjustabaddream]

"...I hope it wouldn't be too much to ask for a parting hug?"

[apocryphalarchivist]

"Oh, I--- yes, of course. God, Neil, that's the least I could offer you in all this."

Jon stands, moving with the uncertainty that's written all over his face, but opens his arms nonetheless.

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil stands as well, wrapping his arms around Jon tightly. It's a long, sad embrace. A quiet goodbye. "I will miss you, Jon. You still have my love, even if it needs to change."

[apocryphalarchivist]

Jon lets out a quiet, heavy sigh. His heart twists miserably in his chest. God, is this the right call? What if he's just fucking everything up for a flight of fancy? Guilt and misery mingle together viciously, creating a horrible pit in his stomach, even as he hugs back.

"And you, mine, Neil. I'm... so sorry again."

[itsjustabaddream]

"You are doing what is best for you," Neil insists as they part. "I can't ask any more of you." He pats Jon's arm twice, an awkwardly friendly gesture to fill the void where love once sat. "Goodbye, Jon. Be well."

[apocryphalarchivist]

"You do the same, Neil. If you need me, please--- please do feel free to reach out."

With a heavy heart, Jon finally parts fully. What else is there to do, or say? There's no fixing this, much as his mind desperately reaches for it. He's made his choice.

A final, soft pat, and Jon sees himself out. Time to hole up in his house and feel like a horrible person for the next week.