One Year - (Jadam Story)

~Day 90 - Memories~

Adam's POV

Ever since James passed away I've felt really empty. My world turned into a dark black shadow. Every second of the day I felt this heavy weight on my shoulders yet also this empty space that followed me. It was all part of the grieving process my friends and family would say and that I'd move on one day. Honestly, I never did. Fuck I had my friend commit necromancy in order to bring him back to me just for him to not remember me.

"It's been almost a hundred days Adam. You need to start focusing on getting his memory of you back," Swirl reminded me. They were just trying to help but it felt like they were pestering me. "You only have a year with hi-"

"I KNOW!" I snapped. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I was filled with rage.

"I want him to remember me so bad! He's been remembering his friends, his family who he wants to meet for Thanksgiving but I have to tell him no, and any random stranger that comes to mind! Even video game characters. But he just doesn't remember me."

"Adam I'm sorry." Swirl said softly.

"Why couldn't you just make a spell to give his memories back?"

"Adam, that's not how it works."

"MAKE IT FUCKING WORK!"

"ADAM I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"Yeah and I know why. It's because you're a useless good for nothing WITCH WHO CANT EVEN DO A SIMPLE SPELL RIGHT!" I yelled as I threw my phone at the wall.

I haven't talked to Swirl since our argument. I didn't mean the things I said and I wish I could just take them back. Swirl has been nothing but a good friend to me, supporting that stupid idea. They've always had my back since James' passing and tried to help me through it. I realize how I never really did a good job repaying them for what they've done for me.

I'm just under a lot of pressure to bring back his memories and to enjoy these last few months I have with him. I've been having fun, lots of it! I haven't been this happy in so long, yet something still feels missing. Part of him still feel dead. The romantic side, the brat that teased me, the annoying side, the hot yet soft side.

I miss the little things such as when we would pick a single rose for each other and leave it at each other's work desk. The way he'd sneak behind me while I was working and kiss my neck. The way I'd leave M&M's for him after every trip to the grocery store. The way we'd make dumb excuses to hold hands with each other as we walked. The way he'd mock me for being 5'9. The way he'd let me sit on his lap while we cuddled during a cold night. The way he would make me soup and constantly check on my while I was sick. The way we would send each other letters saying the things we liked most about each other.

The thing I missed the most? The love in his eyes when he looked right back into mine.

I remember when we were both in bed late at night. We were both shirtless. James in black and green pajama pants and me in gray and white shorts. He rolled over close to my face and just looked into my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked as I faked a groan. He just kissed me and told me that he liked my eyes. They were like rubies. I rolled over and started to tickle him. And he laughed and laughed and laughed some more. James was always really ticklish. Then I'd tell him that I loved his laugh. He pinned me down, grabbed me by my wrists and kissed me, he told me that he loved me and I told him I loved him. I asked him if we would be together forever. I just looked into my eyes with all the love in the world and said that he wanted to be with me until the end of time.

The next day James had a heart attack and died. Three months later, with the help of my once friend Swirl, I brought him back to life. 90 days later, I'm mourning over the James I lost all over again.