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"Hey!"
You look up to see Jade standing in the doorway, grinning and beautiful as ever. She looks at you that way. The look that says that she still loves you. You can't help it. You have to look away from her.
Shit. You think Why couldn't this have been simple? Why couldn't we have just stayed on this ship?
She frowns, clearly worried, and begins to walk over to you. You look back up and see she is staring at you with wide eyes.
"What's wrong Davesprite?"
"It's…" You pause. Shit shit shit. Her face is going back into a frown. "We need to talk."
From her reaction, you can tell she knows what you are going to say. She looks away from you and bites her lip. Your heart drops.
"Jade, I… I think…" Tears are now coming her eyes. Stop. Stop crying. Please, this is for your own good.
"Stop." She says. "Don't, please don't."
"Jade, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, but I'm… I'm breaking up with you."
The tears are now streaming down her face.
"W-why?" She asks in a shaky tone "Why? Is it Dave? I swear I don't have feelings for him anymore."
She's lying and you know it, but that isn't the reason you are doing this. The real reason is much worse.
"I'm sick, Jade. I'm doomed. I'm dying." You say, closing your eyes.
"What?" Her voice is still wobbling. "You're… you're dying? But…"
"I can't do anything, Jade, I know this is hard. I still love you, I really do, but this is easier than you heartbroken over my dead body."
"I STILL WILL BE HEARTBROKEN OVER YOUR DEAD BODY!" She yells, tears making long streaks down her face.
"I know you still like Dave."
Her eyes go very wide and she pushes her eyebrows together into a pained expression.
"Davesprite…"
"Why am I always Davesprite? Why couldn't I just be Dave? I'm him, Jade. I remember all the ironic birthday gifts and sweet remixes and that day that you got lonely and ended up crying to me on video chat at four in the morning. I even remember every single word to the song I wrote for you on your eleventh birthday."
"But you're NOT him! You're not the Dave I met two years ago and went frog hunting with. You're not the Dave I nearly kissed back then. You're not the Dave who confessed to me in his dying breath. You're not the one I had to kiss after he died." She paused and ran a shaky hand through her dark hair. "I see him in you everywhere. The same smirk, the same voice… I can't do this either."
"That's it then."
"Yeah I guess."
"Jade… I…"
"I know, Dave."
A/N: OH GOD I CNATG TYPE I SAKDJAJKDSKJDHLD
WHY HUSSIE
I SHIP DAVEJADE AND DAVESPRITEJADE
THIS ISNT FAIR
