Cemetery (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

A/N: But Grey, Jeff the Killer fanfictions are overrated! Why don't you try something else? Maybe like working on your more important things? Eh, shuddup! I really wanted to write this because I just love the canon for Jeff where he's emotional with the family he loved. You get what I mean? So I was walking through the cemetery to pay out respects to some people we knew, and I got a perfect idea! I believe you get where this is going, right? By the way, all his wounds (eyelids, smile, etc) are healed but he still has the bleached skin going on. I guess reader-chan kind of got him back on the right tracks again? Anyways, I shall begin writing so I can work on other things. ALSO, check out my new Creepypasta Contest! Closes on October 1st. Join while you can! The rules and how to enter are written in the journal which you can find by click right here! Enjoy!~

    --Reader's POV--
    I stood beside him, tears sliding down his scared cheeks and he stared at his feet. I felt my heart beating in my chest. Earlier today, Jeff and I had been talking about his family and- well, we ended up here. In the towns cemetery, to pay our respects for his family members he loved very much. 
   Sighing, I put a hand on his back supportively, crouching next to him in front of the three graves. The depressing aura wasn't helped by fog from the previous night storm. "I'm so sorry, Jeff." I looked at the graves, one crimson rose placed over each one in care, rain drops sliding off the cardinal leafs.
    He blinked, looking at the moist granite stone carved with his family member's names. "I miss them... So, so fucking much." he choked on words, finally calming down.
    Me, always as my helpful self, quickly pulled him into a deep hug, kissing his forehead and helping him embrace the warmness of my arms envelope him into a loving hug. "Everything is going to be OK, just remember they're smiling while watching you get back on your feet." I pulled back and gave the once murderer a reassuring smile. 
    Jeff ran a hand through my hair, and I bit my bottom lip and felt his nimble fingers gently run across my scalp. "Thank you."