Evanescent
(She was the evanescent of his life— there and gone.)
Part 10
(Part 9: here)
MC’s POV
I close my eyes and let myself relax in the hot water. Though my mind is anything right now but relaxed. Since Jake walked out of that door, I'm incapable of forming coherent thoughts. It's like my mind is shut down and all I can hear is my heart bearing in a distance.
It’s so uncomfortably quiet. I have no idea what Dan might be thinking of this entire situation. I did not get a chance to talk to him. Alex is somehow calm but that's unhelpful. Alex is a token of reality and Jake is like an illusionary world full of love and happiness with a greater magnetic force than that of earth. Still, I find myself getting compelled to choose the reality.
The uncertainty of my decision sends me to the very edge. Taking decisions— it has never been my favourable position. The fear of regret never lets me decide. Because of that, I have let people decide for me. If anything regretful happens I’d simply put the blame on them. But right now, there is no one taking decision for me. If I choose the wrong path— I will be the one to regret. The previous face off with regret almost put me in denial.
After I read Rose’s message about my mother's death, I cried myself to sleep. The next morning I woke up— I was in denial. I forgot it ever happened and missed the funeral. The next day, I came across Rose’s text again and I broke again as if it was the first time realising my mother is dead.
The warmth of the water calms me down a bit. I severely lack the motivation to get out of the bathroom. If anything, I’ll sleep right in this water. Because I am so undeniably tired.
Everyone might be expecting me to make a life changing decision right now but here I am drowning in my incompetence.
Now when I am trying to make it right, I'm breaking someone else.
Sometimes, I wonder if Jake and I share that kind of love that would make it hard to live without eachother. But when I look into those emarald eyes of his, all these doubts evaporates.
I somehow manage to dry myself and put on a knee-length robe. The room doesn't match the brightness of the bathroom. The curtains are drawn and lights are off. Maybe I left it that way or maybe I didn't.
Without knocking into something, I make it safely to the side table to have my phone. As I switch it on, light blinds me. With the little light, I manage to notice a figure lying on the bed.
My heart makes its presence known by beating faster and louder. No movement or no noise comes from Jake. Maybe he is already asleep. I stand there staring at him. Overwhelming tears build up in eyes and I cannot see clearly anymore. Well, neither can my consciousness when I dare lie beside him.
I lie motionless as an inanimate object. Five minutes of going through the pros and cons, I turn around towards him. My hand hovers over his body as another debate starts between my heart and mind. My eyes opened widely as I try to look at his face. Even his asleep face looks tired. He really need this sleep.
I slowly take my hand back. I don't want to disturb him with my sudden urge to have him in my arms. I’m about close my eyes when Jake’s hand wraps around my waist. As I try to process that, Jake pulls me towards him still in sleep. His face dangerously close to mine. If he- or I, move a bit, his lips would be on my cheek.
My side of bed is left vacant. At this point, I let myself fall prey to my urges. I wrap my hand around his waist. Even in sleep, he gets the messages and pulls me even closer. His leg pushed slighting between mine. I shuffle a little, my head now against his chest and I try hard to be still and let him sleep.
I fail terribly. Everything we did ever since saw eachother comes to me in flashes. And I can't help but to sniff a little. I curse slightly, trying to pull myself away before I start waking him up. But I guess I already did that.
As I try to get out of his grip, he only tightens his hold. His hand from my waist travels up to my head and I am sure he is awake now.
Guilt starts taking over me. “I’m sorry to wake—”
“Stay.” He whispers.
I forget how to breath. Maybe if I had forgotten how to perform fundamental functions of life before, like breathing, the people around mine would have to go through this much.
“Jake, that's—”
He suddenly pulls back and I can see his face. His eyes are insane. They make me go insane. His gaze pulls every ounce of sleepiness out of me.
“Selfish? Reckless? Not the right thing to do? I don't care. The only person I care about is you and if you are getting away from me then I don't mind doing reckless things.” His chest rises and falls.
“You are putting me in a difficult spot here.” Excuses. Excuses. Excuses.
“Then what am I supposed to do? Let you go? You think, this isn't a difficult position itself?”
My breath hitches. The closeness of his body doesn't help either but I'm incapable of pulling away. “I don’t know what to do, Jake. I’m scared. I have no idea if I should keep avoiding it or face it. I want to run away. Again. But I don't think that's a healthy way to deal with problems. I’ve tried running away, I’ve tried avoiding it and, and,” Pushing words out of my pith is becoming a difficult task. “I can't do this anymore. I mean, how long,” I don't finish it. “I though someone would understand. I though you would—”
He pulls me into a hug again and hides his face in the crook of my neck, his hand still on my hair– caressing it. “I understand. I'm sorry. Just know that I will never despise you for what you are doing. We never made any promises anyway, did we?” His tone lighten. “I'm glad we didn't.”
I am not sure how to take it so I let it be. I solely focus on his embrace around me. In his arms, the time stops. I feel like I have eternity to deal with my problems and right now I can just be here, with him. The world and everything in it feels far far away. Euphoric— that's how I feel.
I catch a little, “You’ll be okay.” And drift further into my safe space.
.
When my eyes open again, my Euphoria
My Euphoria
It's gone.
In his place lies a letter.
It is just a piece of paper, it's not a letter, I tell myself. Without caring about my appearance right now, I leave the bed. I search the bathroom— no one, empty. With a rush of anxiousness, I hurriedly search the whole first floor.
Breakfast.
He might be having breakfast. I descend the stairs in a clumsy way, skipping one or two. The table is empty.
My heart flashes the worst case scenarios. “Dan!” I shout.
Dan appears from his room. “What's wrong?” His voice is low and his hair messed up. He was still sleeping. My head snap towards the clock— it's still early.
“Jake. Where's he?”
“Huh? I just woke up.”
No, no, no—
I run, run like a hydra headed monster is chasing me. My steps get slower as I reach my our temporary room. They get even slower as I approach the bed and the piece of paper the letter on it.
I take it in my hand and turn it over.
To Amelia
Forgot how to breath. Forgot to stand— I'm on the floor.
I open it.
Dear dangerously beautiful Amelia,
Firstly, I am sorry.
Secondly, I love you.
So much that I am sure I would not be able to bear the sight of you leaving.
Do you remember when you held a grudge (for five minutes) because I used to read your texts? Well, you can hold a grudge forever against me for leaving earlier.
Maybe it was mistake. Maybe Us was a mistake. But it was the most alluring mistake I ever commited. And far from being something I regret. I will never ever regret anything we did. I hope you feel the same.
Thirdly, thank you.
For finding Hannah with me.
For trusting me.
For making me experience things I never thought I would.
For loving me.
For making me such an important person in your life that leaving became a difficult decision to make.
For making me a reason to stay.
For being my reason to stay.
But sometimes some relations overpower others.
Sometimes, people are so exquisite that they are only worthy of being in unforgettable memories.
Don't forget me, okay?
;)
— Jake
She was the evanescent of his life— there and gone.
He was the evanescent of her life— there and gone.
—The End—
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FIRSTLY, I AM SORRY!
Secondly, the Epilogue will be there! (YOU CAN ALSO TELL ME IF YOU WANT TO SEE ANYTHING PARTICULAR IN THE EPILOGUE)
Thirdly, ...........I'm sad......how about a sequel?
The insecurity level before posting this chapter gotta be the HIGHEST I have ever reached!
So lemme know if I messed up...
Anyway!!!
Is this the end???? Damn!
I made it!
Because of you!!
Lemme know you fav part of the whole fic!
Thank youu
Love y’all
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New Redacted video *spoilers under the cut*
Well I know I said I wasn't going to watch it because I just simply didn't have the mental strength to do so but I just had to solder on because you know I don't miss a video EVER so I just thought how bad can it be. Don't worry Im doing just fine I only cried a little I promise. anyways here are my thoughts.
It really hurt my feelings to think that in the one audio "telling your boyfriend you're a telepath" Geordi says "oh my god there gonna break up with me" it just hurts to see how concerned he was and then had to be the one to call things off. That did not sit well with me.
Another thought I have is that Geordi chooses his words very carefully for cutie as portrayed in the same spring back video he is afraid of saying something that will make cutie think he is weird. But cutie was just as scared of telling Geordi about being in his head after the conversation they had so I wonder if cutie finally felt what it was like to think like him for once.
In the first-ever Geordi video also known as " Listening In On Your Boyfriend's Thoughts" It's audible that Geordi is cooking something that is sizzling and it also happens to be that same sound in the recent post aswell so could that have just been the last audio we get from Geordi? (I really don't think it is because when Erik is done with a character he makes them a playlist that says complete I have been checking repeatedly and he hasn't ended the playlist yet. but I don't think this is the end well more like I hope not)
Geordi has given cutie an ample statement that if they are going to be in his head why don't they just say they're in his head he didn't even say "ask" he said "say" so clearly he would be completely fine as long as he was aware so cutie really must have issues they need to work out because now I'm putting some pieces together
I have many more thoughts but Im not gonna waste your time because most of them are nonsense and HC's but if you want more lemme know!
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