There was something about the night that was sobering for Jace as he stood, glass in hand and a smile on his face, one touched with a hint of sadness and yet relief. He had been quiet. People had asked him questions about his life and he had stood with his shirt buttoned up to his neck, making sure he did not breathe the wrong answer, a tie a little too tight to constrict him enough not to make any “funny” speeches about unsuspecting victims. Sand was trodden beneath the soles of shoes that were much too shiny and his smile was growing more and more crooked as the night set in, the sun disappearing but his joy still present. A young man he may have been but in the dimming light, wisps of grey were visible, threaded through the youthful blonde he had always been. Age had done nothing to him besides dimmed his boyish smile, still, sloppy it lay on his lips. His fingers twisted the cap of a bottle beside him, memories flooding back as they always had in situations such as this of the days when he had been engulfed in a sweet dream tainted by the slight of a nightmare. Things dotted together over his memory and his sleeve hitched slightly to reveal fading and old scars from a life he had once lived. A life that he would not change for everything. From the corner of his eye he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever known. Not Alaska Scott, not the bride, his daughter, the one perfect thing that he could say he had a hand in creating. He did not look up, instead his smile corrected itself.
He heard her then. Sometimes it seemed that Alaska Scott and Jace Wright had been two ships sailing on the same ocean in a completely horizontal intersection, they had gently brushed against each other but would never actually meet. In a way, he felt as though he had waited an entire lifetime to see Alaska and Hunter get married, to see her finally live out her dream as he had his. Always, in his heart, lingered a beat that was just for her but it had long since registered that the love they shared would never stand a chance in the world they had created for themselves. He was happy, he was so fucking happy compared to the troubled boy he had been when he first met her. In every inch of her he saw a new light. She had lived. Not just that, she was l i v i n g. There was a deep joy that came to him as he heard her screaming, cursing, being the teenager that he remembered after the few years that had passed, but he barely allowed his face to change, twisting the cap, “I know, I can’t believe it, I didn’t think anyone would ever have the guts to marry you, you’re kind of a bitch,” now he couldn’t resist the grin that pulled at his lips, a short chuckle spilling out onto the hot air, eyes sparkling, electric blue still alive from the boy that he used to be. His hand finally reached up to join hers, his eyebrow raising as his left hand touched hers, rings almost brushing together and causing friction, “I’m married too,” he winked, another chuckle quickly escaping his lips, “Not to you, thank God,” he pointed out as if she would be disappointed, feigning relief as he wiped imaginary (and possibly real) sweat from his forehead. “Look,” his face was serious, his eyes on hers, “I don’t want to be rude... But you know I only came for the cake right? Duty called.”
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