Saviour (Jayy Von Monroe)

twenty-eight - a thousand years

(Time lapse: 1 year) 

"Wakey wakey, Pez," Jade says quietly, "We gotta get you ready for the wedding!" 

I groan, rolling onto my stomach, "Don't wanna get up," 

"But you're getting married, you have to get up," She laughs 

She leaves me to get out of bed and showered, but my mind is racing.

I'm getting married. I literally can't believe it. I force my feet onto the floor, throwing the blanket out beside me. I grab clothes from the drawer and open the bathroom door, starting up the warm stream of water as I undressed. I threw my dirty clothes into the hamper, before climbing under the water. 

I let the water relax my tense muscles as I washed my hair and body. Shaving my legs, armpits, and coochie twice, I climb out only to find Jade waiting on me with Jesy at her side. I get into my robe and sit down at the vanity, Jade starting on my makeup. 

"You wanted a black smokey eye correct?" She asks 

"Girl of course that's my entire style," I roll my eyes, watching as Jesy plugs in the straightener

Jade scoffs, grabbing my classic ivory foundation from Covergirl, taking an ELF powder brush and applying the liquid to my face. She blends it in, applying concealer to my under-eye circles and my red spots from my acne. She sets it with a powder before grabbing my Sephora black eyeshadow and another ELF brush. She works her magic as Jesy starts to straighten my blonde locks, I find myself dozing as they make me pretty. 

"And we're finished," Jade states, placing my false eyelash glue onto the counter 

They move out of the mirror so I stare at my reflection. I'm taken aback as a beautiful girl stares back at me, with smokey eyes and a nude lip. Her skin is flawless, her hair straightened into wavy perfection. Her brows are sculpted into arches, her cheekbones contoured and highlighted. 

"Wow...." I mumble

"You look beautiful," My mom suddenly speaks, showing up out of nowhere

"Mom!" I cry 

"I have something to give you, from Grandma Annie," She replies, handing Jade a box 

Inside lays a flower charm, which has my birthstones encrypted. Jade places it in my hair, "Thank you mom," 

"Now I've gotta go, you get dressed!" 

Jade goes to my closet and pulls out my vintage Victorian style red and black dress, helping me climb into it while Jesy ties the corset. (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/134-266-large/red-and-black-gothic-wedding-dress.jpg). 

"You're all ready to be wed," 

"Grab the garter," Jade calls, before Jesy hands her a silky white garter, which Jade slides up my leg before she pulls on my black heels. 

"Do you have the flowers?" Jade asks my mom

"Of course," 

"Don't let me fall," I mutter as my mom entertwines our arms, letting me hold my flowers

We walk out to the stairs, where Jade and Jesy disappear to walk down the isle. 

One step at a time, I told myself as we began to descend to the slow tempo of the march. I didn’t lift my eyes until my feet were safely on the flat ground, though I could hear the murmurs and rustling of the audience as I came into view. Blood flooded my cheeks at the sound; of course I could be counted on to be the blushing bride.

As soon as my feet were past the treacherous stairs, I was looking for him. For a brief second, I was distracted by the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room that wasn’t alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons. But I tore my eyes from the bowery canopy and searched across the rows of satin-draped chairs—blushing more deeply as I took in the crowd of faces all focused on me—until I found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing with more flowers, more gossamer. 

Jayy looked amazing in his black tux, he was breathtaking. 

The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was very short. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Jayy held out his hand. Mom took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Jayy’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home. 

In that moment, as the minister said his part, my world, which had been upside down for so long now, seemed to settle into its proper position. I saw just how silly I’d been for fearing this—as if it were an unwanted birthday gift or an embarrassing exhibition, like the prom. I looked into Jayy’s shining, triumphant eyes and knew that I was winning, too. Because nothing else mattered but that I could stay with him.

I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the binding words. “I do,” I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper, blinking my eyes clear so I could see his face.

When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious. “I do,” he vowed

"You may now kiss your bride," The minister speaks, and Jayy's lips are attached to mine in a second. 

He kissed me tenderly, adoringly; I forgot the crowd, the place, the time, the reason… only remembering that he loved me, that he wanted me, that I was his.

Hours later, I find myself watching Jayy dance around with Levida as everything falls into place. I'm finally happy. He was the one thing in my life that I needed to be truly happy. Nothing could ever take that from me. He caught my glance, only to smile.

We get to leave for our honeymoon after we say our goodbyes.

This was my fate, this was what I needed my entire life.

Jayy and Levi.

And it's all I'll ever need.

The end.

Makeup is on side.

Thank you to all my readers. I have a sequel if you all want it.