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But what if I met my soulmate too young? What if he’s the one, but life separates the two of us like it always eventually does?
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30 Day Skam Challenge Day 3 Favorite Male Character - Jonas Noah Vasquez
The fact that you believe there [was something between me and Ingrid], that really hurt me. Because I trust you 100%. You have to start trusting me.Â
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It’s just me and you.
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There Will Be Time || Mumford and Sons and Baaba Maal
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It was dark. Dark, quiet, peaceful sleep. And then.. It wasn’t. He could hear Ophelia’s voice, Isla’s voice, the professor, and a whole bunch of other people. talking about him. Was this part of being dead? Hearing people speaking of you after? But Opi’s voice whispering “wake up, please” didn’t make sense in that case.
He felt like he was underwater, just below the surface, and couldn’t breakthrough no matter how hard he tried. Wake up, Joey, wake up. Her voice rang in his head. I’m trying. But he couldn’t. He had no control over this. And it was the most frustrating thing in the wold. He couldn’t hear everything, just flashes of their voices. The rest of the time it was like being asleep.
But then he opens his eyes. Opi is in a chair beside him, her head on the bed. He feels his eyes soften. She’s okay. She’s okay. He did it. And he’s.. alive. How is he alive? He reaches out and gently, slowly, strokes her hair. He doesn’t want to wake her, but he has to feel her, to know she’s here, that she’s alive.
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Ophelia lets herself be held by her family, but she’s startled when Reyna comes barging through the door and attacks Jonas. Stop, she wants to say. I don’t want to see you fight. I don’t want to see you destroy each other. But she’s too weak, and her breath is coming out in short pants now. I’m sorry, she wishes she could tell Reyna. It’s my fault we got separated, it’s my fault for running ahead of Jonas. Instead she turns her face to her daughter, if she was going to die any second then she’d rather see Isla’s sweet face than the way two people she loved go at each other’s throats.Â
The tension is broken, however, when someone else comes through the doors. A redhead. The one who told her how to pull the stars down, she recognized her voice. She forces her eyes to open wider now, noting the interest the older woman takes in Isla. But then it starts to make sense, if this woman could amplify and direct Ophelia’s powers to kill that man then maybe she could do the same for Isla. Only Isla didn’t kill, she protected. She gives Isla a reaffirming nod the last time she looks to her for guidance. “You’ve got this baby.”
And boy did she. She lit up like the cosmos themselves, and it was like she didn’t even have to try. Breaking her long gaze at their daughter, she looks to Jonas with a proud, albeit pained smile. “Look at her glow,” she says, voice thick, before staring back at Isla. She grips Joey’s forearm, pride making her face beam despite the fact that it’s growing sallow from her blood loss.
Jonas can’t believe the pride in his heart as he sees his daughter literally save the entire school. He feels Opi’s grip on his arm and blinks back tears, filled with pride and love as well as an aching fear and sadness. It’s a strange feeling, having so many emotions inside of him at the same time. “She’s amazing” he finally whispers.
He looks at Opi for a long moment And he knows what he has to do. He takes a deep breath, and focuses. He’s never done this before. So he thinks about Opi, about meeting her as children, about playing with her and teasing here and flirting with her as teenagers. He thinks about kissing her for the first time. And he thinks about healing her, thinks about giving her all the life he has.
And then he feels it. He lets out a shaky gasp from the strange feeling of his own life force leaving him and going to Opi. He stops for a moment, just to make sure it’s working. And he can see some of the color returning to her.
“Opi,” he says quietly. “I love you. I love you so much. I always have. And I always will. You and Isla are my life. I’m... I’m sorry. For everything. You were right. And I love you.” He leans over and he kisses her, trying to put every ounce of love he feels for her in that last kiss, trying to make sure that she never doubts, to make sure that she remembers this- remembers them.
When he pulls away, he can feel his eyes filling with tears and he looks at isla. “I love you,” he tells her. “And I am so proud of you. I always knew you’d save the world.” He looks at them, his family, his world.
And then he closes his eyes and focuses, sending Opi every bit of life he has. It’s strange - he’s not wanting to think about it, but it plays in his mind like scenes from a movie. he remembers being a child, looking at his parents and thinking they were the best he could have had. Then he thinks of his father spitting venomous words of how Jonas had to live up to what was expected. He had to be strong, to follow the family business- whatever it was. Joey doesn’t even remember.
And it doesn't matter. Because then he sees Opi, when they were just 12 and 14, and he remembers thinking she looked beautiful, and wondering if it was completely disastrous to be in love with his best friend. He remembers standing at the foot of the stairs in Opi’s house and watching her care of her siblings, remembers helping and spending what ever money he had keeping food on the table and clothes on their backs. He remembers going from being rich to being broke, and he remembers loving the time with no money more than anything in the world. He remembers Opi telling him she was pregnant and swinging her around and kissing her and crying tears of pure joy because yes they were young but they could do this.
He remembers holding Isla for the first time and looking into Opi’s eyes, both of them crying and telling her she did good and h loved her and he was proud of her.
And then.. And then he opens his eyes, his body feeling weak, his mind slipping, his vision going in and out, his hearing fading. so this is what dying feels like. He knows he’s dying. He doesn’t have long. His life for Opi’s... It was more than a fair trade.
His eyes go to Isla and he gives her the faintest but most loving smile he can muster. and then he looks at Opi, and takes in her healed body, her face, everything. He opens his mouth to speak, to tell them he loves them. But he can’t. They’re the last thing he sees before he collapses into blackness.
“Strong enough to keep all of the bad things away.”
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“I love you,” her response has no hesitation, and she’s leaning into him like he’s the only warmth she has left. If she died, no when, there was no coming back from this. When she died, she didn’t want him to remember her looking at him in fear. Instead she stared hard into his eyes, letting him see just how much she loved him.
She loved him from the moment they met, two kids from very different sides of town. She loved him when he fought off her bullies on the playground. She loved him when she had to help him pass his SATs despite the fact he was several years ahead of her. She loved him even when his father told her quite simply that she didn’t deserve him. The night he appeared on her doorstep, shaking and terrified she loved him more than anything. The night he laid her softly on her bed and made her cry from pleasure, she loved him even more. The day Isla was born, and she woke from a deep slumber to see him speaking to her, bundled in a blanket like a burrito, she loved him even more still.
“Joey,” she whispers, waiting til he’s close enough for her to kiss him. “I love you, okay? I love you.” She steadies herself as Isla comes to her, trying to smile for her daughter who looked absolutely terrified. “Sorry it took me so long, baby. Daddy made a wrong turn,” she jokes, managing to get an arm around her small body and tuck her into her side. She feels herself losing consciousness, pressing her lips to Isla’s hair as she looks back into Joey’s eyes.
Joey feels himself let out the smallest sob, because he’s working so hard to keep composure. He can’t let himself truly cry. He can’t. Because if he does, Isla will see and she’ll know. He stares at her through teary vision. It’s his fault. And he doesn’t deserve her love. It’s the first time that he’s realized it. He;s not the man he used to be. She was right. “I love you too. I love you so much, always. I always have. I always will.”
It’s true. Loving Opi is the only thing he’s always known for 110% certainty. He knew when he met her and she was just a girl a few years younger with stubbornness in her eyes and a smile on her face. He loved her when she came to class and the teacher almost made her cry. He loved her through everything, the good and the bad. he’d never forget the beating of his heart when he saw her carrying their child. The way she glowed, the way she was so brave about their lives changing so young.
“I love you,” he kisses the top of her head before pressing his lips into hers. “I love you.” he looks at Isla and then at her. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening.
His power was dark. Healing, sure, but it came at the cost of another life. It was like that hypothetical game of: would you push a button to save a loved one, at the cost of someone else dying? He was shaking because Opi wouldn’t want that, wouldn’t want him to sacrifice someone. And he wanted to be the man she had fallen in love with. To be good. But maybe... He had never been able to use his own energy, his own life force. Of course the only time he would have wanted to was when his parents had died and he was new enough at being a mutant that he wouldn’t have.. It wouldn’t have been possible.
But now he wants to, badly. Worse than ever before. He needs to save her. And he’s starting to wonder if it might be possible.
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Reyna had lost her. Lost Ophelia. She didn’t know how, one second her friend had been right next to her, the next she was gone. It made her want to scream in frustration, because if she couldn’t protect those she loved, then what good was she? Isla and Max, she tried to remind herself. She’d promised to protect them, the little ones. If she couldn’t find Ophelia– and she would find her –then she would not fail that.
Heading back up the stairs, she made her way to homeroom. By the time she got there, however, she found far more than she’d anticipated. Ophelia, her chest bloody. Jonas, looking distraught, but Reyna didn’t see his expression. Instead, ignoring the children and the two teachers, she pushed the young man against the wall. “What did you do? You said you’d protect her!” Whether the words were directed at him or herself more was hard to say.
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Jonas’s heart is pounding in his chest and he just wants to . He feels sick. He’s furious, at himself, at the clan, at everyone. But mostly at himself. He’s never hated anybody, even any human who ever hurt hi, as much as he hates himself. When Reyna throws him against a wall, he narrows he wants her to hit him, wants her to hurt him, to kill him. If Opi’s dying, then he doesn’t want to be here. Isla will need you, whispers a voice in his mind. but he can’t feel anything except blind and heightened grief.
Isla.
“Be quiet,” he hisses, grabbing her by the shirt. “She doesn’t want Isla to know what happened and if you make my daughter aware of this I swear to god-” but the threat dies as before it can begin because he doesn’t have any energy. He’s tired of hurting people. He’s tired of causing pain. He’s so fucking tired. “But you thin I don’t know? You think I’m not dying inside? she got hurt on my watch, Reyna. that’s something I will never fucking forgive myself for. Don’t talk like I don’t understand this, or the severity, or how bad I just fucked up because trust me- I know.” His voice lowers again as he says in a low voice, “But she is not going to die. I am not going to let that happen.”
His brain snaps to the idea of sucking Reyna’s life force so he’d have something to give Opi. Of killing her so Opi could live. But then he feels immediately disgusted with himself. What the hell had he become? Since when was he willing to murder so quickly? He remembers the first time Opi looked at him with fear in her eyes and for the first time ever, he understands why. He looks at her body on the ground. “She isn’t going to die,” he tells Reyna again.