𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 (𝒵𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒽)

THE LAST GOODBYE

Zach took his green cloak and slowly went to the dungeon where Jack was imprisoned. He sneaked around the dungeon and found Jack's cell, Jack was facing the wall, not noticing Zach was there. 

"Jack?" Zach asked 

Jack turned around and saw Zach on the other side of the cage. "Zach, what you doing here?" Jack asked with fear, "I'm here to say goodbye," Zach answered "It's time to go, Jack. I'm going to get married," At this point, Jack was in tears. He will never see his love. 

The pain of his lover should only be of the parting, of the times their love is reaffirmed and built stronger by the separations, the ones that make reunions so very sweet. For when lovers are right for one another they take away the other pains naturally, under whom they are the strength of their loving bond.

"Zach," Jack stuttered "No," he shook his head, denying everything that had just happened. "I'm sorry," Zach ended it, Jack took Zach's hand and the two kissed. In the moment of the kiss, they are their pure and vulnerable selves. In the emotion of the kiss a volume of passion is spoken that transcends the works of the great poets combined. 

They pulled away and Zach left the dungeon leaving Jack heartbroken inside his cell. Zach ran straight to his room, not knowing that his loyal servant, Corbyn was cleaning his room. Zach bursts the door open and laid on his perfectly neat and tidy bed. Crying his heart out because of the forced breakup. as if  a puzzle piece fell from his heart as if it no longer belonged there.

Zach's Pov: (Get your tissues)

After my heart broke I bled an ocean through my eyes. My soul felt wafer-thin. My body trembled and chilled. Yet even this magnitude of grief passes. And while it does, we learn more about pain than we ever wanted to know. Then we remember it. Then we use it as the fuel we need to make a world of less suffering. Or, at least, that is what I did, and I see a lot of folk doing the same thing in many different ways. Broken-hearted is a tough roll of the dice, but if you transform that raw pain into your soul-roar, you'll bring down the house with all that you win. So, c'mon soldier, on your feet. We need you back.

General POV:

"Prince Zachary?" asked Corbyn as he stood up from cleaning the floors. Zach replied "Go away, Corbyn. Can't you see that I'm falling into a hole of depression," He continued to cry. Corbyn sat beside Zach and hugged him, "Don't cry," Corbyn cooed 

"Healing a broken heart is a recipe for which you are your own chef. The right music, the right good memories, the right boost of self-worth, the right amount of self-love, the support of anyone lucky enough to have you in their life... then time. Ride the waves. Wait. Pick more upbeat music once in a while. Be okay with feeling better, the world needs you, we do," Corbyn caressed Zach's pink cheeks, red and pudgy from all the tears he cried. "Thank you, Corbyn," Zach hugged his servant. 

"Prince Zachary, pack your bags and text your friends. We're going to the kingdom of Mecan,"

A/n: This is set in a modern era.