You took the photo of J on an afternoon away from the craziness of the city. Much to J’s irritation you had insisted upon taking it, telling him how perfect it would be with the creepiness of the fog.
I miss Heath. I’ve never met him so it’s a bit stupid to miss somone you’ve never met, but i do. I get in these moods somtimes and it sucks because for a few days I miss him and wish he was still alive. Not that i dont wish he wasn’t alive, its just…his death hits harder on certain days. Dreaming of him last night was happy-sad. I had a dream that i met him. He was in the hospital for some reason and we talked. We talked about music movies home. He was laughing and smiling the entire time. It was nice seeing him genuinely happy. I told him how happy i was to see he was alive. He just smiled. I had to go into another room for somthing i realized it wasn’t him. He wasn’t there, he was still dead. Suddenly i was home and the interaction never happened, it was all in my head. Somtimes I wonder if it was really him, just trying to give me hope.
To myself, you weren’t stupid. Now that I’m a few years older, I do think it could’ve been him, his happy loving spirit. It’s strange Im the same age as him. God…I’d give anything to have him back still, give him a kiss on the cheek.
Head cannon: J loves the song Why Can’t I Be You by The Cure.
I think J would just start singing it to Bats as hes fighting him. Just imagine that, hes walking around an abandoned building and just starts singing"Oh why can’t I be you batsy, your sooooo gorgeous! So Wonderful! Tooo goood to be truuuue…“ Almost creepily while wating to find the bats.
