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The Ship Has Sunk.

After 175 years, six kids, numerous deaths, and a lot of fights, they have broken up.

[prace4ever]

My Parker,

If you’re reading this, I have died.

My death is something that I have waited for. Expected.

I should’ve died a million times before I actually did.

But we kept holding on.

We fought death, sickness, separation, every obstacle they threw at us we made it through.

We thought we had forever.

We had beat the ultimatum the universe had given us.

But death is inevitable, there is only delay.

Parker, I want you to think about something.

Our love kept us together through everything.

So who’s to say that death will take us apart?

Somewhere inside of me, I know that we will meet again.

Wherever it may be, whatever happened, we will find each other.

My heart is yours, and it doesn’t beat without you.

So if I exist, somewhere, at some point in time, my heart will find yours, and yours will find mine.

We have fought the universe before, and we must do it again.

Find me.

I’ll be looking for you.

Grace

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Parker,

One of the hardest things for me to do is apologize.

Throughout my life, I’ve never felt the need to, mostly because I felt as though most of my life was “out of my control”.

Things happened *to* me, not *because* of me.

*Things* wrecked *me*, *I* didn’t wreck *things*.

But now, I think that I realize that that just isn’t true.

There are things in my life that I could’ve chosen not to do.

Things I could’ve chosen not to say.

And yet, I did anyway.

One of those things was hurting you.

I realize that these are just words to you, and I realize that you most likely don’t want to hear them,

But I am sorry.

I’m sorry for hurting you, repeatedly and continually.

I’m sorry for turning your family against you.

I’m sorry for breaking the promises I made to you, and I’m sorry for trying to deny that I did.

I realize that these words can’t change the past, but someone told me that they still matter.

I could’ve chosen not to do those things to you.

I could’ve chosen not to let my past define my future.

And yet, I did.

So I’m sorry, for hurting you, and our relationship, our marriage, our family.

But I hope you know I’m trying.

Even though I haven’t learned nearly as much as I should, and don’t know everything,

Even though I still get annoyed at you, and become annoying myself,

Even though I’m not perfect,

I am trying.

And I really hope that someday, when enough time has passed, and I’ve learned more and have become a better version of myself, you can see the effort I’m putting in now come to fruition.

But until then, I will keep trying.

I will try every day for the next two thousand years.

I will make mistakes, yes. I will trip and stumble and fall, but I will pick myself back up and keep going.

Because I don’t want to hurt our kids or our family anymore.

I don’t want to hurt myself anymore.

And I don’t want to hurt you anymore, Parker.

I want to be better.

For Bella, Steven, Rose, Kaden, Peter, all of ours kids, our grandkids, our family.

And for you.

Yours truly,

Grace

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Although Grace can be closed off, she just feels like she’s a puzzle. Even in her own mind none of the pieces fit together, and some people find it fun to solve puzzles, but others do not. Most people she’s dealt with have called her brain messed up. She knows she doesn’t think in the correct way, and she knows that no matter how long or hard people try they can and could never help her. She feels like ‘Keeping things to herself’ will keep people out of her head. She used to express her feelings well, but it just made her more and more vulnerable. She was torn apart from the inside out, and she’s so used to it happening she does it to herself. She tells herself everything that’s wrong with herself inch by inch. And she just thinks that everything good in her life will disappear at some point. Why try when in the end you die and all your work goes to waste? She always asks herself that question. She always asks ‘Why?’. ‘Why can’t I be good enough?’ ‘Why am I so messed up?’. And she knows the answer. She knows what she does, but she fixes it in a way that makes things worse for herself. Others have told her that she’s fine. But with the neglect and uneasiness she had growing up, she feels like she needs to tell herself that. She needs to approve of herself. But will she ever do that? No. So the puzzle called Grace is honestly a never ending repeating loop. She got herself into it and now, she can’t get out.

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Parker nearly slipped when her turned to get to the front door. He ran inside. Their houses were the same models, so he made his way around pretty quick. “Grace!” He desperately screamed, running up the stairs and opening door after door. That was, until ((-0-)) one didn’t open. That’s the one. He knew. He tried the handle. It was locked. He grabbed it with both hands and pushed down until it finally snapped. He tried to open it again.

She blocked the door.

Oh no.

He backed up and hit his side into the door over and over and over again. He heard and felt two different cracks, but he still kept trying. He was yelling each time he hit the door, but he still continued on. Once the door opened just enough for him to fit through, he ((sure lmao but my violin broke :) )) squeezed in. He caught a glimpse of her, but didn’t look directly.

He knew that if he did then his whole body would just freeze.

He searched around the room for something.

Anything.

He saw the cleaver and grabbed it, picking up the chair, standing on it, and swiping at the rope with the clever. It cut and he quickly got down to pull the rope from her neck, “Grace! Grace?!” He screamed through tears. He listened to her chest.

No heartbeat.

Parker’s heart didn’t feel very alive right now either..

Maybe because the girl with half of it was lying dead on the floor.

He pressed on her chest and put his lips to hers. Nope. He tried again, chest, lips. Shit. He kept trying, trying to convince his head that she wasn’t dead.

But his eyes knew the truth.

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Mistakes and Regret

Parker pushed her away, but still held her face. “Everyone makes mistakes Grace. I don’t regret meeting you. I don’t regret coming back for you those few times I left. I don’t regret going to get you now. I don’t regret bringing you in here. And I sure as hell won’t regret kissing you to shut you up.” He did as he said he would, leaning in and kissing her gently. He held it for a few seconds then broke away. “I’m doing this because I love you and I know that there’s never going to be anything to keep me from you. Not stupid mistakes, crashes, things that were said, a guy at a bar, or a fucking pack of cigarettes.” He kissed her again, just because he wanted to feel her lips on his one more time.

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From the second she took his hand, she never let it go.

Prace

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Prace Exert #3; Two Princes

Parker leaned in to kiss Grace, but Marbles put his head between them, pushing Parker out of the way. "Hey! Quit!" Parker exclaimed. Grace laughed, "I think he wants your job,". She put both of her hands on Marble's face, kissing his muzzle. "Poof, you're a prince! Now, let me go kiss my prince," She moved away from Marbles, standing on her tip toes and kissing Parker. He smiled as she did that, holding her by her waist. "That was really cute..." He said as kissed her again, pulling her against his body.

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"Do you have a fairytale love story?" the twins asked eagerly. "Well, I wouldn't call it that. But nothing could be exactly described as a fairytale because everyone's love is unique to one another," Grace replied, shrugging.

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Prace Exerts #2; Caught In The Middle Of A Kiss

It looked like it was about to storm, so Parker invited Grace into his house. Once he got inside, he went across the room, grabbing the shirt that he’d had on earlier. He slipped it on, going to sit down. He patted the couch next to him, gesturing Grace to come over. 

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Grace came over, setting her crutches by the arm of the couch. She sat down about an arm's length away from Parker, turning to face him. Her face became red with laughter, and she poked his chest again. “Your shirt is on backward,” Grace said, laughing. Parker took off the shirt, throwing it across the room again. “Whatever”. Grace, who was easing down her laughing, followed up with, “Nice house.” She gestured to the living room around her without removing her gaze from his. “Thanks,” Parker said, moving his eyes away from hers and looking around. “It’s my Aunt’s.”. Grace nodded, her amber eyes intent on his face, although it was turned sideways. A crack of thunder came from outside, notifying them that the storm was here.

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After talking for a while, Grace became quite. Parker looked at her, curious as to why this was. “Is something bothering you?” he asked gently. By instinct, he took his hand and put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear, making Grace blush. Parker kept his hand on her face, and before she could say anything, he put his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Grace was completely flushed. Parker’s rich, dark chocolate, colored eyes were locked on her honey ones, his grip on her waist pulling them closer and closer together. Their lips were an inch apart, their noses touching. Grace leaned forward a bit closer to him, the scent of his breath alluring her. Parker closed the gap, gently putting his lips onto hers. The kiss lasted only a second, but it felt like a million years. Grace wrapped her arms around her neck, and just as she did, the door opened. In the doorway stood a blonde woman, a bit taller and stubbier than Grace. She gasped, making Grace pull away from Parker quickly, putting her head down. “What are you doing to my nephew?!” the woman exclaimed, running over and grabbing Grace’s arm. “Mira I-” The woman cut Parker off. “Get out right now!” Grace stumbled up, grabbing her crutches and getting out the door as fast as possible. Parker followed, pushing his Aunt aside. “Grace, wait, please”. The rain was pouring down as Parker caught up with her a little way down the sidewalk, grabbing her arm and turning her around. “I’m sorry. I went too far. Just come back and we can talk this through.” Parker said, making a fatal attempt to get her to come back. Grace looked at him seriously. “I let you kiss me, and so I will deal with the consequences of my actions.” She pulled away, continuing her walk down the street. “Parker get back inside! You’re shirtless!” Mira yelled. Parker just ignored her, watching Grace walk down the street. “You still owe me!” Parker yelled, and Grace ignored him, turning the corner. Parker turned around, his hair looking like a mud-soaked mop. He walked back inside, pushing Mira aside and heading straight to his room, slamming the door.

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Prace Exerts #1; Shirtless

Parker was supposed to pick Grace up at her house at 8 o’clock to go for a walk. Grace was standing outside, her hood over her head with her long, brunette, hair coming out of it and lying across her chest. She leaned against the fence post in the front lawn, her leg killing her.

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 Parker was asleep on the couch, his shirt thrown halfway across the room and his brown hair a mess. He’d slept through his alarm, completely forgetting about picking Grace up. At around 8:30, Parker awoke, stretching and going to go eat some breakfast. He poured a bowl of cereal and began eating. 

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Grace still stood outside her house, growing impatient. ‘Maybe he forgot me’, she thought. She pulled out her phone, checking the time. It was 8:46 am. She put her phone back into her pocket, wrapping her arms around the fence post, continuing waiting.

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After Parker was done with his cereal, he checked his phone. There was a missed alarm that read ‘Pick Grace up’ and it was set for 7:30. Parker quickly remembered Grace, and ran out the door, forgetting to grab his shirt. He ran down the block, turning down Grace’s street. He saw her, leaning on a fence post by the sidewalk. He slowed his pace down to a jog once their eyes met. He gave her an ‘I’m sorry’ smile, and she smiled back, quickly noticing he was shirtless. He walked up to her, out of breath. “Ready to go?” he asked. Grace’s face was red, and she was holding her breath. “What’s up?” Parker asked, raising an eyebrow. Grace poked his chest, smiling. “I think you forgot something.” As soon as Parker looked down, his whole face became red. Grace started to laugh, as Parker looked up. He couldn’t help but start laughing along. He quickly pulled her into a hug out of the blue, still laughing. Grace tensed up almost immediately, her face turning red. Parker looked down at her. “Something wrong?” he asked, genuinely curious as to why she was uncomfortable. “It’s just, you’re kind of shirtless right now,” Grace said, her arms crossed and the back of her hands against his bare chest. Parker quickly let go of her, his face turning red again. He scratched the back of his head. “Oops.”

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