2PAmericaxfemAmerica
(Human AU)
Really I shouldn't be surprised, God never did like me after all but what the fuck am I supposed to do now? Not with the farm house, nah that's something I can rebuild but, with this piece of shit that's trying to stick a camera in my face. Probably looking for a sob story about an old man that just lost 'everything' like any good reporter would be but if he thinks he's getting anything out of me he's dead wrong.
"Mr. Jones, can I talk to you?" His blue eyes are so full of hope and faith, funny. Reminds me exactly of her, maybe that's why I don't just flick him off and walk away.
"Well yah already are ain't yah?" I say pulling out a cigarette and in the first puff of smoke goes right in his face. By now she'd be telling me to be nice and to apologize but, fuck I don't have ta be nice anymore. I'm gonna be who I want ta be and right now that's a old man that wants to be left the hell alone. "What do yah want boy?"
"Alfred."
"You heard me." I answer in a gruff voice. "What do yah want?"
For a second he moves the camera away. "Just to talk." To my surprise the camera is turned off though it continues to sit on his shoulder. "About the twister maybe or what you're going to do now."
"Twisters come and go and as for what I'm gonna do now, well I'm gonna go drink a bit." It should be it, a clear go fuck yourself as I turn around but the boy don't know when to quit.
"Well mind if I join you?"
God really must be punishing me for all the shit I did with this one. "Fine." I say with a sigh before I catch sight of something in the rubble. It's small, black and white but it stops me in my tracks.
"Mr. Jones?"
Carefully I pull it out. It's worn from age and the frame is cracked but there's my Kaitlyn smiling at me with a daisy tucked behind her ear. "Jason," I say quietly, staring down at it. How strange that I haven't looked at this thing in so long, normally it would bring back a painful memory of her and what I lost that day.
Forty years, I had her for forty years through the ups and downs. Through my fuck ups and sleepless alcohol fueled nights. When I couldn't find myself she was there, watching quietly with a gentle smile and whispered prayer. I never had much of a faith in anything, but damn it if I didn't have faith in her.
Her blonde hair, turned white but my god her blue eyes never lost their shine. Up until the end they were what kept me going. It's what gave me a hope, even if we'll never see each other again.
I'm so lost in my thought of her that it takes me a moment before I realize that he's reaching out for her photo. "I can get it out for you...sir." He answers, his camera forgotten at his feet.
"Sir huh?" I say breaking the frame, "Just cause my hands shakes doesn't mean I'm helpless." He doesn't say a word, but just watches me whip that frame across the yard.
Once it lands, scattering on a rock, he looks back at me. "Since you don't want to talk...can I ask you one more question?"
Finally he gets the message. "Fine." I answer again knowing soon it'll just be me and my bottle.
I'm ready for nearly everything but, fuck if he doesn't ask one I'm not prepared for. "Who was she?"
"Who was she?" I repeat, touching her cross resting in my breast pocket. "She's the reason I lived this long and why, why the twister didn't take anything important from me. Because," Again I turn away if only to make sure the asshole didn't see the tears starting to well up in my eyes. "God already did."