Hey guys, Anna here. This very well could be the last installment of this crummy little series. I haven't read the last two books and don't intend on reading them (I've outgrown them I suppose), but I did love them.
I joined the "fandom" two years ago if I remember correctly. Thank you to all of you who liked my writing. 2019 was an arduous year for me. And I remember loving your feedback. Made me feel happy. I'm really proud of my little 12 year old self.
Well with all the information I retained, I decided to wrap it all up.
I'm most likely going to get all of it mixed up, but hey, it doesn't matter.
I love you all, and I wish you all happiness ever afters.
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The morning was tranquil. It was the type of morning where the leaves wipe the dew from their eyes and the flowers lay in their beds, dreaming of a sympathetic, mild summer. A slow, ready moring. Gilly walked through the meadow, melancholy. It was really over.
You see the aftermath of what seemed to be the end of her remaining innocence got to her sometimes. It was in these moments where she was quiet. Worn out. Sluggish, but luckily at peace.
After the final battle she thought she'd never laugh again. After seeing everything she saw, she didn't feel worthy of it. She didn't feel worthy now either. The difference between then and now is that she knows better. She knows it'll pass, and she knows this makes her better.
The wonderful thing about living with Jax is that they both flow so deep into each other's minds, it's a perfect understanding. He got these ways too.
The empathy between the two was enough to make them both cry sometimes.
The crying was new. Sometimes she couldn't stop, she would have to wait until her eyes were pulsing, waterless and her throat tight and sharp. But she was getting better.
Just not now.
She layed in the meadow, the grass soaring above her. The sky quiet and faint. Clouds were gently brushed into the pastel sky. She couldn't help but smile at the rustling. It was Jax.
His smile was full of cognizance, she wanted to cry she loved him so much. His worn nimble fingers were tucked in his brown trouser pockets. He sat down next to where she lay, the wind softly teasing his light hair.
"You'll be okay darling," Jax whispered, taking her dainty hand into his own. "We'll be okay."
She nodded, tears fighting their way through. Not yet, she told them. "I know."
Gilly let a single drop free, Jax faced her, lying down on his arm and looped his fingers in her hair with a pleasant sadness.
"I know."
And they were okay.
