#animaljane

[climbingchaton-blog]

‘★’

‘★’ for my muse walking on yours half naked in a changing room

Brendan had just finished his act, one in which he was performing a new routine in front of a few different ringleaders. The leader told them all to go get changed so they could discuss the new routine without everyone smelling like sweat. Brendan had been the last one to have a shower, he had found himself sat on the bench within the changing rooms.

The other guys called for him to hurry up. Brendan rolled his eyes as the water dripped onto his face. He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. As he went to get changed, he heard the doors click open. He assumed someone must have forgot something.

“Charlie? Are you in here?” Brendan paused, that was a girl’s voice. Before he had time to react, Brendan turned around and saw Jane round the corner of the lockers. She looked at him and quickly turned back around with a small noise escaping her lips. “I’m sorry! I thought they were empty!” Jane squeaked as she froze.

“It’s uh, alright. I guess.” Brendan said awkwardly as he watched her. But she wasn’t leaving. Brendan coughed, as though to nudge her along, but that did nothing. He was just about to ask if she was going to leave when she spoke up. “Have you seen Charlie?” She asked suddenly. Brendan tilted his head.

Charlie... Oh. Scar. “He should be outside, with the other ringleaders.” Brendan said pointing to the door, although he was pretty sure she couldn’t see him pointing. “Thanks Brendan.” And with that, Jane rushed out of the changing rooms. Brendan sighed and turned back to his locker, wondering why she seemed to desperate to find him.

[anabelle-reid]

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13. “I wish…I wasn’t… dying… There’s still so much that I wanted…to do with you….”

Belle knew this was the end. Her heart was slowing, her vision was blurring in and out of focus. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and let go, but the hand that gripped hers so painfully, as if she were trying to keep Belle alive by her mere presence, kept her awake for now. There were things that needed to be said and things that needed to be done. “Jane,” she whispered, her voice as cracked and broken as if she hadn’t drank for a week, but it was merely the thought of what she had to say. “Jane...take care of everything for me. The kittens, you k-keep them...” she broke off, coughing violently. 

After a moment, she continued, albeit slower and with my caution. “I’m s-sorry we never spent more time together. I wish....I wasn’t....dying,” Belle paused as Jane’s protests split the air. She wasn’t dying, Jane was trying to argue. But Belle knew. She knew this was it. “There’s still so much that I wanted...to do with you...take this..” she pressed a slightly crumpled sheet of paper into Jane’s hand. It was a kind of bucket list, full of activities she’d wanted to do, places she’d wanted to go, books to read. “Live for me,” she whispered, giving her friend’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You were my closest friend,” Belle finished, before closing her eyes and giving in to the angels waiting to carry her away.