Give Me Love (COMPLETE)

Give Me Love

That, on the right side, is a picture of what I think Jason would look like! 

GIVE ME LOVE

PROLOGUE

I stared out the massive window, watching the cars pass by in a blur. Living in the city would do me good, I thought. But I knew why I really wanted to come here – why I chose to move here instead of back home. To find her. I thought my chances would be more… reasonable. It had only been six months, and I was beginning to think that maybe, I had run out of luck. Maybe my chance was over. I cast a look back at my bland grey wall, with an unattractive hole punched right through the middle. I flexed my fingers, grunting at the pain.

I had spent countless nights wandering around her condo, only to realize that she wasn’t coming back. Her landlord had told me she moved out, that she left, almost a year ago. But I knew she was still around here, somewhere. I had paid visits to Juilliard, too. But they had only given me the information they thought I needed to know.

“She no longer attends Juilliard,” they said. It was what they always said. But she hadn’t graduated yet – she still had a few more years to go. I knew she would’ve come back to get her graduate, at least. So where was she?

And every night when I returned from an unsuccessful trip, I would pay a visit to my dear wrecked wall, where my fist would collide into it until I bled. And then, I’d fall asleep in my bed, dreading the morning to come.

But that wasn’t my daily routine any longer. It had been for a while, until I figured it was best to let things be and let her find me. But she doesn’t know I’m alive, I would think. No one knew I was alive. Maybe it was best to start over, let the old me be dead. But no matter how I tried to move on, I could never move on from Charlotte. Sure, it would’ve been easier – had she not told me she loved me.

I was almost entirely convinced all she wanted from me was a casual relationship, even though I was certain she knew how I felt about her. Who couldn’t love Charlie? Her soft skin, the way her eyes would light up when she got to talking about something she loved doing. The silk locks of her red hair, and the soft gentle lull of her voice. I was consumed by her – I belonged to no one but her. I wanted to do everything in my power to make her smile, to feel her in my arms, to just… be loved by her. And I thought it would never happen – that I would never get to see the light of day. But right when I was about to give up, she walked back in and fell apart in my arms.

She told me she loved me. I promised her we’d be together, and we’d start a life together. Just her and I, no army nonsense, or evil mothers coming in to get back at us. Just Charlotte and I living together peacefully, and her making me the happiest man by letting me wake up to seeing her beautiful face every morning. I spent endless nights cursing the people who thought I was dead. I spent endless nights worrying over what Charlotte’s initial reaction would’ve been to my death. But I wasn’t really dead at all. What about my mother? Noah? Were they suffering the heartbreak of losing yet another family member?

The questions only kept adding up – but answers were out of my reach. At least, until I found my girl again.

I had acquired a full-time job here in the city, an architect. I had never been lying when I told her that I was studying to become one. I had just dropped out… eventually. When I came back, I re-applied for my license and I worked for Carlton & Son’s architectural firm. They provided me with a fantastic salary, but I refused to live the little pleasures. Instead, every month, I would take what I needed to survive and the rest of my income would be anonymously deposited into my mother’s bank account.