I don't know how many On The Jellicoe Road fans there are on
witty, but I wrote a short fanfic and put it on wattpad, if anyone
wants to check it out. It's in Jonah's POV and set between
the fight at the gala and the meet at the scout hall. It does have
mentions of suicide and violence, fair warning.
"“Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away.
"Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.”
“If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless,"
I tell him. He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly.
"Not driving anymore"
I tell him. He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly.
"Not driving anymore"
“If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless,” I tell him.
He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly.
“ Not driving anymore.”
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Why would I want someone to be my everything
when one day they might not be around?
What will be left of me then?
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My father took 132 minutes to die. I counted.
It happened on the Jellicoe Road; the prettiest road I’d ever seen,
where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La.
We were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away,
because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was
about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking,
"What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?"
and my father said,
"Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand."
and that was the last thing he ever said.
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