A/N: I basically lost my job, or am soon. Love would be appreciated lol. Bella and I woke up like this chapter today; beat tf up.
These will be angst drabbles for the next few, because this fandom doesn't do months of the years, do we? *presses play on Possibility*
…:.. Chapter 68 - Days After ..:..
Snippets. Days after the arrests …
I crawl from the toilet to the sink. I hang there and stare at the light reflecting on ceramic, feeling like death. Maybe death should take me. There's banging at the door. I ignore it. I know it's Jess. But I just want to be alone. Die alone.
I catch a glimpse of my face, the dark bruises under my eyes and cheek, the red scabs. The things I had to do to get out of that room. The room he allowed to put me in.
Right about this time, we would be in paradise. No, we would be bickering about something, but then we'd kiss and make up and fall into ourselves for the night. Just like on the island.
The island. The waterfall. His chest. His neck. His lips.
I've ruined this. This is the alternate ending that's horrible and where everyone dies. I could've left with him. He would still be alive.
Another round of tears pours out. It's a cycle I've been through all week. Consumed in this pain. I deserve it. I failed. He waited for me and tried to right the wrong.
I never got on that damn plane.
I let out a new angry cry, and the door budges. Jess says nothing but holds me, then tucks me into bed.
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