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Mara Jaffray- Healer/Aura Reader/unknown

Patricia- Teleporter/Duplicate

Amber- Uses her beauty to control the opposite sex./Can blind people for 30 minutes

Nina- See's ghosts/can create a force field to protect her and her friends. / can sense life

Joy- Can fly/ make people see things

Poppy- Can read minds when touching someone./throw electricity

Jerome- Hypnosis/ Camouflager/flame thrower

Fabian- Telekinesis/ Creates light/increased hearing

Eddie- Voice impersonator/breath underwater

Alfie- Shape shifter (not well)/stretching limbs

Mick- Super speed/density control

"Because even though you're not the Mara Jaffray…you're still a Mara Jaffray….and I'll always love you,"

Mara swallowed, nodding "I'm just honoured I got the chance to know you. The real Mara…she's very lucky,"

Jerome's nostrils flared slightly in sadness, he took a deep breath in "This will have to be our good bye," he said softly. "I'm not coming tomorrow,"

"Why?"

"I can't watch you die,"

"Well then…thank you, for all you've done for me," she reached up and kissed him lightly on the cheek, barely even touching him. She looked up into his eyes, searching for something. "I wish…I wish I was enough for you,"

He smiled slightly, "You are, but…"

"Jerome!" Patricia cried, appearing from nowhere in the room "Fabian needs you-" she looked around "Oh…sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"No, Trix," Jerome sighed, sticking his arm out for her "Take me to Rutter," Patricia nodded, and Mara kept her eyes with Jerome's until he disappeared before her. And she was staring at a wardrobe.

Jerome sat up, breathing heavily, covered in a light sheen of sweat. It wasn't so much a bad dream, as a….as a memory. Of course Jerome hadn't done as he said. He had ended up going. Fabian had talked him into it.

Jerome looked across the room at Alfie, who was sleeping soundly, and collapsed back onto his warm sheets, trying to block everything out.

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Like someone was toying with his heart.

Jerome stood there, they all did, Eddie, Patricia, Nina, Fabian, Joy, Mick, Poppy, Alfie, Amber. They stood in the attic, watching as the Angel floated in. She stood before them, a beautiful smile on her face. And there was a flash. And she was gone. In her place, was Mara Jaffray.

The real Mara Jaffray.

Her skin seemed to glow in comparison. Her eyes the most beautiful shade of brown Jerome had ever seen, with specks of gold. Her hair a long dark brown, slightly lighter at the end. Her cheeks a rosy red, long eye lashes, beautiful. Breathtaking. Brilliant. She stood there, somewhat shyly.

"Hi," she whispered. Mick let out a gasp of relief, and he was the first to move. He used his speed to cross the room in a matter of milliseconds. He squeezed her in a bone crushing bear hug, and her laughter filled the room. Her relieved laughter as she hugged him back. Everyone else went to join the hug, in a moment of pure relief. All apart from Jerome. Who was just fine standing at the back.

Like someone was toying with his heart.

Just one step he whispered to himself, he had to go to her, he had to…he took a step forward, and then realised. Everything made sense. Everything. Everything he had ever done, or would ever do, had led him to this point, this moment. Just then, Jerome's life literally flashed before his brilliant blue eyes. Everything.

He hugged Mara, five years later they went to university together, five years later they were getting married, two years later she was pregnant, one year later they have a proper house, 2 years later she's pregnant, a small blonde girl running about. 6 years later, their eldest daughter is off to secondary school. 7 years later, off to university. 20 years later, they're old and grey, sitting on a porch swing, like all those old movies, hugging. In love.

Jerome let out a shuddering breath, he was crying. His eyes weren't red, he wasn't in pain, but he was crying. He wiped the tears away as his friends turned to look at him in wonder. But that wasn't all Jerome saw.

Jerome saw that in the end. Mara killed herself. A woman of 92 years of age. Took her own life. Jerome saw it. Jerome saw that he had died at age 87. And he had left Mara. She had suffered in complete agony for 5 years, their children couldn't ease the pain. And she took her own life. It cut into Jerome's heart. He didn't want that for her. A lifetime of happiness for five years of pain. He didn't want that for her. He didn't want that. Even though they would both be happy. Even though they would both love each other.

He couldn't hurt her.

"Jerome?" she asked, unsurely, but the smile on her face cut into every fibre of his being. She stepped forward, and he stepped back, still crying. Crying for the pain he was yet to know, for the joy that was yet to come. For the kids that hadn't yet been created. "What's wrong?"

He let out a shuddering sigh, it shook his whole body, and he ran a hand roughly through his hair. He turned to look at Alfie, whose jaw was clenched. "I…" he looked at them all, and turned and ran.

Like someone was toying with his heart.

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"Jerome?" she knocked on the door. "Jerome!" still nothing. She tucked her hair behind her ear and marched inside. He was just sat there, facing the window. Looking blank. "Jerome!" she moved to stand in front of him "Jerome? Are you alright?"

Jerome looked up at her "Please." He ground out, jaw locking "Leave."

"Jerome, I just came back!" she exclaimed, pressing her hand to his forehead "I love you! What are you talking about? What's wrong? Is it your da-"

"I said. Get out."

"Bu-"

"I don't love you!" he roared, loud enough for the whole house to hear. And it was lie. A big lie. And the look of shock on her face cut right into him. But he was saving her. Saving her from all the sadness later on.

"What?"

"Read my aura." He stated. Mara frowned, watching him, unsure. But she closed her eyes for a moment, and opened them, to see the colour around him. It wasn't pink. Which meant it wasn't love. It was…it was a dull silver. Nothing. It meant…he felt nothing. He felt nothing towards her. Jerome seemed to see it. "I told you." He stated "Mara, me and you," he gestured between them "Has been a massive mistake. That's why it was so hard for us. Jesus….you died."

Mara swallowed, stepping away from him, eyes cloudy, tearing up but she remained silent.

"We would never work. I mean," he let out a nervous laugh "It's crazy, the very thought of us."

"But I love you!" she cried, not understanding "I love you! I was sat there, up in the clouds, looking down, and I know you love me too!"

"Feelings don't lie!"

"But!" she panted, looking around, as if maybe, someway, she could prove her point "But I love you!"

Jerome looked down at her, and he managed to sneer "You loved Mick, and Tristan. You'll get over it." He tipped his head in the direction of the door. Mara watched him in shock, eyes still rimming with tears, and she turned, running out, closing the door behind her.

Jerome watched where she had been with a burning intensity.

And cried.

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