send me a † for my character's reaction to finding yours dead or is dying.The cancer was hereditary but something told Jace that Regan would be lucky enough to not get it — at least that’s what he told her. He kept telling her that same thing so many times in hopes of eventually forcing himself to believe it too. But no matter how many times he told her she was going to make it, it couldn’t stop the fact that she was slowly losing her battle with cancer right in front of his eyes.
Being in the hospital wasn’t how the male intended on spending his time off from the army at all but of course since Regan was in the hospital, he was willing to spend every moment he can with her. Mocha orbs studied her face intently, noticing she was fighting to keep her eyes open causing the raven to force a smile. Throughout all of her chemo therapies, she was a fighter. He could tell she did her best to fight her illness and that was something he admired her for. Reaching out for her hand, he intertwined their fingers together, ignoring how cold her hand felt in comparison to his. It was never like that before — her hand had always been as warm as her heard which was one of her most memorable attributes in his opinion. His gaze dropped down to their intertwined hands, noticing the way even her skin color was different. Instead of seeing beautiful ivory skin, he saw light grey. Waving it off, he told himself that it must have just been the hospital lights deceiving his eyes or something. He glanced back up at her face — the oh so beautiful face he fell in love with that first time he saw her in the airport wearing her Disney jumper — drooping eyelids becoming more and more apparent.
“I love you.”
He whispered the words softly, leaning in to press his lips to hers for a quick second. It’s only when the loud beeping of the machine draws his attention away from her face that he realizes that what he just witnessed wasn’t his lover falling asleep for a few hours. It was her falling asleep for eternity meaning that, just like that — she slipped through his fingers and she was gone. Hopeful eyes darted back to Regan’s body on the hospital bed, wishing that maybe somehow she’d be able to open her eyes again and he’d be able to see her beautiful oceanic hues staring back at him. Or maybe somehow he could hear her say ‘I love you’ once more. Any word she uttered would be fine just as long as he’d be able to hear her sweet voice again. Without even realizing it, hot tears are rushing down his cheeks, blurring his vision completely.
send me a † for my character's reaction to finding yours dead or is dying.
It’s the letter that the blonde always dreaded receiving. No, not a letter to let it know that he’ll be home soon. It was the letter and messenger to let it known that her significant other had passed away on active duty. She’d always tried to put herself in this position to figure out how she really would feel but she could never imagine that. Because Jace was invincible… he wasn’t supposed to leave. They were supposed to get married and have a family. He was supposed to come home in a week or so so that they could get married and go on their honeymoon. This wasn’t part of the plan.
There was still a part of the blonde that believed this wasn’t true, she attempted to brush it off even when they’d driven her to the morgue. You have to identify if it’s him, miss Winters. But she refused – Jace wasn’t gone, he couldn’t be gone. The smell of dead bodies filled her surroundings as one of the generals guided her to what they assumed was Jace.
“I can’t – he’s not dead. He promised he’d be here on Friday, just give him a chance. It’s no–”
Her voice was broken, you could tell the hurt and disbelief she was feeling. She was in shock. Her fiancee couldn’t be dead, that had to be some sick cruel joke. Yet as they slowly removed the cloth that covered him, blue hues searched to find the mocha hues she so desperately needed to stare into yet finding nothing. Her fingers slowly brushed over the dog tag he ever so proudly wore before just yanking it off and clutching it into her hands as her eyes looked over the lifeless male yet again. That’s when it hit her – he was gone and he wasn’t coming back. The tears were overflowing as the blonde began to sob uncontrollably, throwing herself onto the lifeless body as if that would wake up; the people around her just letting her be. She needed this moment, no matter how much it hurt her.
“No, Jace. This isn’t you – Jace, wake up. It’s me… Rapunzel, remember me? —- You said you’d never leave me, you promised! You fucking promised! Jace, don’t leave me! I need you here, please come back! Please…”
your character has found mine’s journal/diary. send ★ for an entry my character has written about yours.dear journal,
i know i haven’t written in this in a while but i kind of forgotten about it? anyways, i wanted to write about this girl i met. she’s actually the reason why i’ve been so occupied recently. anyways, her name is regan and we’ve met a few months ago through a mirror. it was kinda weird to be honest. at first, we got to know each other and we became friends. really good friends actually. she helped me through a few…bad times, to put it nicely and i’m forever grateful for that. i think i’ve helped her through a few of her own struggles. the only way we talked though was through the mirror so when it broke a few weeks later, i’m not going to lie — i was a bit crushed because by then i’ve fallen for the girl on the other side of the mirror? i was mostly afraid i’d never be able to see her again because she had became such a big part of my life without me intending for it to happen. luckily, we found each other again and it was literally the greatest moment of my life. soon, this girl — who i met through a mirror — became part of my life. now we’re married and we’re expecting our first child together. it’s going to be a girl and i’m really excited because i’ve finally found my soulmate. :)
“Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk.” — William Shakespeare (via fallarcy)
your character has found mine’s journal/diary. send ★ for an entry my character has written about yours.
dear diary,
I haven’t written to you in all and I’m so sorry about that! I promise we’ll hang out more, I even pinky promise! Best friends don’t let each other down, I won’t let you down. Anyways, I’ve decided to to fill you on what’s happened since I last wrote in you. Don’t worry — I promise it’s a good story this time and no, I didn’t cry at Disney! That was one time, okay! Anyways, I’ll get to the important stuff. So I want to tell you about this boy.
This boy’s name is Jace. Well, he’s not a boy — he’s a man but you know what I mean. I met him a while ago — through a mirror, probably the best way to meet someone. At first, it was just weird but eventually… he became my friend. He helped me through a really tough time and I helped him. Eventually the mirror broke and I was worried I would never see my friend again. But it’s okay because we found each other eventually! And we’ve kind of been inseparable since. I fell in love with this boy pretty quick and every little cliche thing that girls over use were the things that popped into my mind at the mere thought of him. Everything about him kind of makes me giggle like a school girl and gives me butterflies in my tummy. Kissing him is nice too because he’s good at it. It feels nice when he kisses down to my tummy because it makes me feel all tingly. Love’s supposed to make you feel tingly, right?
Sex — No, that doesn’t sound right. Making love. Now that’s better. Making love with him is probably the best thing and I just love every little thing about it. The way he takes his time when kissing me, the way he wants to make sure I’m okay with it, the way we take it slow and it still ends up being so wonderful each and every time. We’ve probably made love more than enough times that I’m now expecting our first child. It’s a girl and her name’s going to be Arielle. I guess you probably think I’m crazy for having everything so rush but I don’t.
I’ve gotten to the point where I know that this is where I want to be. I want to be with Jace forever with our daughter and dog Max. I forgot to mention the most important detail — he’s my husband and I’m so happy with him. I mean — Regan Lowell, that has a nice ring to it. I don’t think this is a phase, this is my life. Jace is everything I’ve ever wanted and more, he’s my prince. He’s saved me in many more ways than one and I can’t thank him enough for that. I want everything with him and more. He’s my reflection — like a mirror. People think we’ve rushed everything but we haven’t because when you know, you know. He’s not only the love of my life and my husband, he’s also my soul mate. I don’t plan on being with him for only this life time, I plan on being with him for many life times to come. Forever.