As we Come and Go ~~ Jack x Ayla Story ~~

no matter where you go, you'll never have control

March 24th, 8am
The Graveyard

Through the depths of the graveyard spring and crisp air as fog began to settle on the ground due to the elevation it was placed upon, Ayla had found herself stuck in the same position she was always in, the care giver position. No matter how bad things got with people or how good things were with those said people, Ayla Teslermabe was always one to show up, even if she didn't always feel up to it. It was a weird and difficult aspect of her personality to navigate at times, but despite that notion it was one of the very few aspects she held near and dear to her heart because believe it or not her mother reigned blooming in the exact same position she was in now. Like mother like daughter is a uniformed cliche, drawn out across many concepts and aspects of individuals lives, yet here lied the blonde beauty with her own distinctive tie to the cliche that was truly unmatched to the others. As much as she wished her thoughts weren't consumed by the possibility of her mother still out there, living life vicariously with zero intention left in her soul as to where her children are and what they are doing with their lives, they were consumed nonetheless and became apart of who she was as a whole. However the thoughts didn't make her love her mother more or less but simply placed the love she already had into stone and solidified her actions moving forward because of its presence. And what better example to illuminate the strong hold her mother so gracefully placed upon her only daughter than the one right in front of her for she wasn't in the graveyard on her own terms but a former flame's who was in dyer need of someone who simply got it. Holding Jack's hand through the entire process as the stages of grief easily made their way to the both of them not only provided the much needed comfort he needed from her right now, but brought out a side of Ayla she thought she buried ages of ago. A side and sense of home not by comfort but by him, himself.. there was no telling where it truly started let alone where it came from, but through her mother's lens and her usual tendencies to protect the ones she loved, even if they were past lovers, she grasped the feeling as tightly as she could and she held on to enjoy the ride...because sometimes you have to live in the moment even when the moment is dark and gruesome.

"Ayla.." jack whispers amongst the small echos of birds flying from one tree to another, situated on the floor directly in front of his grandmother's grave as Ayla instantly turns her head towards his way.

Instantly being hit with his deteriorating aura as Jack began to shake slightly, tears continuously streaming down his porcelain white cheeks as his eyes continued to puff up through pain, fear, betrayal, and sorrow..Ayla's heart ached if it wasn't doing so already. She never in a million years would wish this upon someone, especially considering who this particular someone is and his own grievances let alone the ones they've shared together. It left her stomach in knots and her aura shaken as if she was the broken one when in reality, his pain couldn't match her own for various credible reasons.

"Y-yeah.." she whispers back as he slowly shakes his head back and forth.

"I'm..I'm sorry for dragging you out here..you don't have to stay, you can go..i can handle this" he wearily whispers in response as she immediately sighs, wiping her tears.

Tightening her grip around his hand while placing the other around his arm in an attempt to not only alleviate the pain somehow, but to allow him room to recognize their true dynamic before all of their meaningless shit happened was being mended. The same kind of dynamic they spent years building through friendship, bonds, laughter and sorrow, the good and the bad, and most importantly love. She needed to let him know that it was there and it was real even after all these years.