One Year - (Jadam Story)

~Day 105 - Invitation~

Adam's POV

I softly groaned as I fluttered my eyes open. I grabbed my glasses and checked the time. It was 8AM or something like that. It was a couple of minutes before my alarm so I just stayed in bed and grabbed my phone. I scrolled around through Twitter and Instagram until I got a text.

From James' mom.

I haven't talked to his parents since the funeral. They knew that I was his boyfriend and they didn't really agree at first. They're Mormon and it went against their religion. After he died though, they were nicer to me. I guess they knew how much I love him and decided to put their differences aside. It was nice that they let me speak. His mom told me that if I needed anything to call her. I never did.

She texted me, inviting me to Thanksgiving dinner with my family. She wanted to catch up, see how I was doing, and to make sure I wasn't alone over the holiday. It was a nice gesture and all but I really don't want to go. I haven't even told them about James.

What would his family say if they found out that I brought him back to life? That I've kept him to myself? Would they think I'm selfish? Would they be mad? Of course they would be! They'd probably call me a witch or a demon of some sort. Especially since I left them out of almost a third of his final days with us. I can't go and see them.

I dropped my to the side of my bed and hid my face in ny pillow. Do I ghost them? That would be so mean. They tried to be nice and reasonable. Do I lie? That also sounds shitty. God why do all the hard things happen to me?

I couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to just stay my day early. I walked downstairs, grabbed some cereal and milk and made myself a bowl. The entire time I felt stressed. I couldn't even finish the cereal I just felt so damn anxious about everything. I covered my eyes and started to tear up, feeling the weight of the world on me.

"Adam...?"

I dries my tears and lifted my head up. James was looking at me with concern. He probably saw me crying already or he saw my red eyes.

"What's wrong Adam?" he asked and walked up to me.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Just a little stressed out. These last few days have been a lot."

"That's true. Is there anything I can do? Do you wanna talk?"

How can I talk? Everyone in your family thinks you've been dead for like a year now and it's all my fault. You don't even know and that's my fault too.

"I think I just want some space." I mumbled.

He nodded and just stood next to me. "We don't have to talk, I just wanna stand next to you."

I just let him. It was very peaceful. The silence between us was never awkward, it's always been very comfortable. We could stand next to each other with nothing to say and would be fine with it. Love does that to you. You don't need words when you're in love.

💔~💙

While I was working on my next project, I got a phone call. I felt a shiver go down my spine and my hands become moist as I reached over to pick it up. Once I read who it was I calmed down. It was my mom this time.

"Hello?" I asked, knowing who it was already.

"Hello Adam! How are you doing my little artist?" My mom asked. That's what she calls me ever since my channel blew up.

"I've been fine. Just busier than usual," I lied.

Mom and I had some small talk for a couple of minutes. Questions like, "How's work? What have you been eating? Have I been taking care of myself? Have I been taking breaks?" She asks me this stuff a lot since James passed. I stayed at home with them for a while. I needed a mother to hold me while I cried and luckily I had her. Dad was very supportive too. He would take me outside and got me my favorite snacks and was just someone I could talk to.

Finally, the dreadful question came up.

"So are you planning to spend Thanksgiving with the Rallisons?" she asked.

"How did you know I was invited?" I asked back.

"Well we were all sent invites. She thought it would be a good idea if we all came together. We could have a meal in front of James' grave and just talk. Two families coming together."

It sounded absolutely perfect honestly but I just couldn't do it.

"Sorry mom, I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it. I just don't know how I could face them after everything. It still feels like yesterday when I lost my best friend, the love of my life." It wasn't a lie, I remember everything so clearly except the parts where I couldn't stop crying.

She sighed, "Adam...I know it still hurts but you shouldn't close yourself away from others.
That's not how James would want you to live. I'm not saying you have to go out on a date or to this dinner but you can't keep living in the past. Life goes on. Loss, while painful, shouldn't stop you from living."

I started shaking as tears pricked my eyes.

"I-I'll think about it." I said, just to make her stop talking.

"Thank you honey. If you need anything I'll be right here. I love you."

"Love you too, mom."

We hung up and I couldn't help but feel crushed by the weight of the world. Now, my parents and probably my siblings and there families are gonna be there too. I felt like death.

I decided I needed some fresh air and went to go see James. Hanging out with him might just help me.

"Hey Jameson!" I said with a small smile, "What are you up to?"

"Nothing much." he said with a huge smile, "I'm just looking forward fo Thanksgiving. I can't wait to see my family again! It feels like it's been forever."