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Not wanting to get between this, I walk over and grip Jase’s face. I don’t want him to see the breakdown on the surface, wanting to come out, so I kiss him softly and then whisper, “I’ll go home and organize it. I’ll come back later ok?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I hug him, then turn towards his parents. “Will you be coming tonight?”
“If you don’t mind?” John smiles.
“Of course, give me a few hours.”
I hug them all, meet Jase’s eyes, and then leave. Before I even get outside, the hot tears spill down my cheeks. My best friend is going to die, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Chapter 6
I manage to keep it together enough to pick up groceries from the store, get some new bedding and a few other odds and ends, and get home. By the time I get in though, my chest is so heavy I struggle to breathe. I can’t be strong forever, and I can’t accept this is truly going to happen. The reality of the situation is so utterly heart wrenching it’s just easier to pretend it’s not real. It’s easier to pretend Jase is coming home and we’re just going to live a happy life together as friends, until we grow old and die.
That’s not reality though and no matter how hard I try to fight it, it’s biting me in the ass, hard. It’s coming to me in a whirlwind of emotions that I can’t seem to get a lid on. Jase will never get married. Jase will never have kids. Jase will never meet the true love of his life and feel that heart wrenching connection that changes his world. Jase will never be a grandad…I don’t realize I’m screaming until my body hits the floor and jerks me to reality again. I’m shaking so badly my teeth clatter together. My howls of pain shock even my ears.
I wrap my arms around myself, rocking backwards and forwards, trying to soothe an ache that’s never going to leave. Jase is going to die. He. Is. Going. To. Die. There is nothing I can do to take that away, nothing will make this situation just disappear. He’s chosen to give up. He’s chosen to let his life slip by him and we have to respect his choice no matter how much it breaks us. It’s his life. It’s his choice. He gets to die how he wants to die. I pull my knees up to my chest and heave as the gripping pain takes hold of my heart and makes it feel as though someone is slowly tearing it from my chest.
The screams come out again as my control slips. I grip my hair and scream, desperately trying to understand why this is happening. I’m snapped from my world when my phone rings loudly beside me. I stare down at it for a long…long moment. It’s almost as though I’m in a dream, reality seems to have run off and left me in this haze. My eyes blur as I pick it up and stare down at the number on my screen. Unknown. I made a promise to Jase, I know I have to answer this. I know I have to. I put the phone to my ear once I hit answer and croak, “Hello?”
“I hear you’ve been lookin’ for me.”
That voice. That deep, throaty voice. I know it. I’ve always known it. My body shakes so hard I nearly loose the phone in my hand.
“Whiskey?” I croak.
So many emotions go through me in this moment. I want to scream, cry, laugh and crumble all at the same time. I am so happy to hear Whiskey’s voice. I found him. I finally found him. A flood of emotions tear into my chest all at once, the main one being an aching loss I didn’t realize I felt for Whiskey. His next words change that though, they turn the loss into pure, raging anger.
“I’m ringing in regards to the contact you’ve been making with people trying to find me. Whatever you’re looking for in me, you need to stop. I don’t want contact. I don’t want you to keep looking for me. Don’t call for me again. Don’t email for me again. Stay the fuck away from anything to do with me. If you’re smart, you will listen. This is the only warning you’ll get, don’t contact me again or you will find yourself in
Not wanting to get between this, I walk over and grip Jase’s face. I don’t want him to see the breakdown on the surface, wanting to come out, so I kiss him softly and then whisper, “I’ll go home and organize it. I’ll come back later ok?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I hug him, then turn towards his parents. “Will you be coming tonight?”
“If you don’t mind?” John smiles.
“Of course, give me a few hours.”
I hug them all, meet Jase’s eyes, and then leave. Before I even get outside, the hot tears spill down my cheeks. My best friend is going to die, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Chapter 6
I manage to keep it together enough to pick up groceries from the store, get some new bedding and a few other odds and ends, and get home. By the time I get in though, my chest is so heavy I struggle to breathe. I can’t be strong forever, and I can’t accept this is truly going to happen. The reality of the situation is so utterly heart wrenching it’s just easier to pretend it’s not real. It’s easier to pretend Jase is coming home and we’re just going to live a happy life together as friends, until we grow old and die.
That’s not reality though and no matter how hard I try to fight it, it’s biting me in the ass, hard. It’s coming to me in a whirlwind of emotions that I can’t seem to get a lid on. Jase will never get married. Jase will never have kids. Jase will never meet the true love of his life and feel that heart wrenching connection that changes his world. Jase will never be a grandad…I don’t realize I’m screaming until my body hits the floor and jerks me to reality again. I’m shaking so badly my teeth clatter together. My howls of pain shock even my ears.
I wrap my arms around myself, rocking backwards and forwards, trying to soothe an ache that’s never going to leave. Jase is going to die. He. Is. Going. To. Die. There is nothing I can do to take that away, nothing will make this situation just disappear. He’s chosen to give up. He’s chosen to let his life slip by him and we have to respect his choice no matter how much it breaks us. It’s his life. It’s his choice. He gets to die how he wants to die. I pull my knees up to my chest and heave as the gripping pain takes hold of my heart and makes it feel as though someone is slowly tearing it from my chest.
The screams come out again as my control slips. I grip my hair and scream, desperately trying to understand why this is happening. I’m snapped from my world when my phone rings loudly beside me. I stare down at it for a long…long moment. It’s almost as though I’m in a dream, reality seems to have run off and left me in this haze. My eyes blur as I pick it up and stare down at the number on my screen. Unknown. I made a promise to Jase, I know I have to answer this. I know I have to. I put the phone to my ear once I hit answer and croak, “Hello?”
“I hear you’ve been lookin’ for me.”
That voice. That deep, throaty voice. I know it. I’ve always known it. My body shakes so hard I nearly loose the phone in my hand.
“Whiskey?” I croak.
So many emotions go through me in this moment. I want to scream, cry, laugh and crumble all at the same time. I am so happy to hear Whiskey’s voice. I found him. I finally found him. A flood of emotions tear into my chest all at once, the main one being an aching loss I didn’t realize I felt for Whiskey. His next words change that though, they turn the loss into pure, raging anger.
“I’m ringing in regards to the contact you’ve been making with people trying to find me. Whatever you’re looking for in me, you need to stop. I don’t want contact. I don’t want you to keep looking for me. Don’t call for me again. Don’t email for me again. Stay the fuck away from anything to do with me. If you’re smart, you will listen. This is the only warning you’ll get, don’t contact me again or you will find yourself in
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