"Where there is death, there is new life."
Life had this funny little way of coming full circle, didn’t it?
”Waking up and not seeing your face was new, it was different and something I didn’t like at all. When you become accustomed to something for so long it sort of becomes muscle memory. Waking up next to the person you love, wrapping your arms around them and giving them a kiss or ten just became natural. For the longest time I’d shunned feeling, dismissed any sort of want or need for a companion, until you. When love is the very thing I was running away from it hit me smack in the face like a storm, very sudden and with such sheer force that I was knocked off of my feet. We were so alike, both so melancholy and yet so full of hope. It was as if I wrote one sentence and you finished the paragraph. Like two animals that had bonded for life.
It’s a funny age that we live in, this modern one. So full of technology and lack of interpersonal relationships, that when you find someone who pulls you out of it and brings you back to a time you’d tried so hard to forget, you have to laugh. When that someone happens to be in the form of a tall, dark haired man you can’t help but smile. For forty years I’d been running from you, running from what I thought I didn’t need when all along you were right there.
I’d never believed in love at first sight, still didn’t when I met you. it was only as our incredibly short period of time went on that I came to realize that was the case. We were so flawed as individuals that when we came together it was as if we could forget everything around us and just be happy for once, just find a reason to be happy for each other.
I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you. Love. Present tense. To me you’re not dead. To me, I didn’t just find out you died in the middle of the street, covered in blood, hit by some moron who was too busy paying attention to something else. To me, you’re right next to me, holding my hand and telling me it’ll be ok, that we’ll be together soon.
You never know what it’s like to feel your heart beating until you’ve died and been brought to life by someone that makes it beat so loud, long dead blood starts pumping through your veins again.
You never know what it’s like to feel your heart beating until it’s being ripped from your chest when you find out that the only person you’ve ever loved has been ripped from this world far too early, without even a goodbye.
But I can’t say goodbye, not now, not today. Today I’ll say see you soon because that’s all it will be; soon.
With all that I have, I love you Asher. We promised we’d be together forever, right? I’m just keeping your promise for you.”
With the final words written in ink, with what feels like blood, he sets his pen down and closes the book. It was a journal of sorts, written by a man who’s cheated death for far too long, that will now greet him like an old friend. A slender finger reaches for the gun to press the cold barrel to his temple. His hand isn’t even shaking, hell, part of him is giddy with the thought that as soon as it’s over he’ll be reunited with the only happiness he’s ever known. One fateful pull and he’s gone.
Life had this funny little way of coming full circle, didn’t it?
A man who thought he was ending his life over forty years ago only to be brought back and forced to endure his suffering everyday to in turn be brought back to life by the one thing he hated. Where there is life, there is death, and where there is death, there is freedom.
Some say they can hear their laughter in places they used to frequent, others say they’ve seen them dancing on the rooftop of Jack’s old apartment building. No matter how the story is told, they’re together just as they’d promised.
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[ Hi! Jack’s typist here with a little update. I’d love to keep him around but with the recent deactivation of his boyfriend he would’ve fallen right back into his sad, depressed ways and would’ve been completely anti-social. This is quite hard for me as I’ve made some really great friends here, both ic and ooc. I know it sounds ridiculous to be killing a muse off just because their significant other died but to be honest it’s what Jack would be doing, he’d be trying to kill himself even if it meant he’d get a glimpse of happiness again. This is one of the most rewarding muses I’ve had (and also the most sad) and I’m really grateful to anyone that’s taken the time to rp with Jack and I. You’re all wonderful and it’s been great fun. Again, if you’d like to keep in contact you can message me here and I’ll send you over to my new (and very happy) muse who will be happy to keep up and pre-established relationships or ongoing plots. Take care everyone! ]
