loves you as much as I do…” The image flashed to her, in the forest. A younger her. More guarded. Why did this feel so familiar? God… her head hurt. She brought a hand to her face, expecting to try to rub it away, and found tears. She covered her mouth, trying to stop another sob.
She was running from something, but she didn’t know what. Soon she was sprawled over the ground, and something was standing before her. It looked like a very thin tree, but it was white and moving. It reached down, touching a small open scratch on her cheek.
Like the one in the mirror, Jamie was screaming. Clawing at her face, her body. A burning pain shot through her body and she swore she felt like she was going to freeze to death. But it was so much more than that.
And then she remembered. Everything. Everything from those too dreams. She could remember dying, both times. She remembered begging someone to look away…begging someone to save her…dying, each time.
“I remember!” she screeched, grabbing her hair. “Make it stop! Please, just make it stop. Oh god, it hurts –“
It stopped. As quick as that, it was gone and she found herself on her knees, bowing in front of him, sobbing her heart out. He bent down, touching her shoulder.
“Jamie, who is that man?” She turned her head, weakly. The mirror was showing that man with the blood-splattered chest. His eyes were flashing from onyx to silver rapidly. He was standing over balcony, staring down at a night city.
She had no idea. Her eyes rolled back as pain coursed through her once again. “Tell me who that man is. Now, damnit!” He grabbed her shoulders and made her stare at the mirror even longer.
Jamie had no idea, but… “I love that man.” And she did. With all of her heart and soul, so much that just seeing the agony in his eyes was enough to make her physically ache for him.
“Do you want to be with him?” he asked, staring at her.
Without looking away from the mirror, from that man, she nodded.
“Would you risk your life to be with him?”
“Yes,” she whispered, reaching out with a gentle hand to touch the mirror, to trace his cheek. As her fingers brushed down the side of his face, a tear fell from it, following the path of her finger.
Jamie looked at Mike. “What do I have to do.”
“Just give me your hand.”
She hesitated, holding her hand to her chest. “You said you would risk your life for his, that you would do anything to be with him. This is going to hurt like a fucker, but I need you to just listen to me and trust me. Alright, Jamie?”
She took a breath and took his outstretched hand. in his palm was the pocket watch.
Jamie screamed.
It had been two days since that day in the cellar.
Two days since he had been sober.
Two days since he hadn’t thought about killing himself
Two fucking days since he had lost his soul.
He grabbed the edge of the door, holding himself up. The ground seemed to be getting closer, though, and soon enough it was attacking him like a bitch. Fog was swirling around his mind and it was everything he could do to pass out on his doorstep.
By then, the only thing he wanted was to sleep, because when he slept?
He got to hold Jamie. Got to kiss her, see her, feel her. In his dreams, she was right there with him, holding his hand, laughing with him, smiling at him with those beautiful pale eyes of hers. Everything about her was just...real -- but only in his dreams.
Lucian had gone into depression. Zyn had locked himself into his temporary room. Talon was...close to dying. He could feel her slipping away from him. At first, it had seemed as if she were still next to him, still...with him. Now, though, it felt as if he was losing her with each passing second.
Talon grabbed the handle of the door, pulling himself up. It took all of his strength to push the door open, to crawl into bed and not sob. But he managed, and when his eyes closed, he saw Jamie and her loving smile.
Mike stood over Talon’s bed, knowing that when he got back, Kevin was going to bitch in his ear about leaving and interfering and all of that other boring shit. He could really care less, though. At least right now. Jamie was floating