2087, BCE, October 24
"Jasmine, James, thanks for meeting us for dinner,"
Jane had told me before we entered their house and I took off my coat. "Dinner is on the table," Ross had told us from the kitchen. "I can see that," James had commented, as we entered. Their house is quite small, but it's small enough for the size of family that they have. At their entranceway they have a porch that has two chairs on it, and when we enter, the living room is on the right side of the room. There is a sectional that is facing the TV, with a blue rug in the middle, and a glass table lined with wood on top of the rug, with the TV just above the white brick-lined fireplace. On the left side, we see the table near the window, with navy blue cushions on the windowsill that are part of the seating. The kitchen is right beside it, and has an island beside the table. The counter space is along the wall with their stove and dishwasher. "Crap, there was one thing I had forgotten," Ross had let out, looking at the table and realized that he had forgotten a side dish. "Let me show you around," Jane had told James and I as Ross was cooking something in the kitchen. "The layout is simple really. Just past the kitchen is the first bedroom, the guest room, with its own ensuite. Whenever we have Amy over she sometimes sleeps in there. We then have the bathroom, and then down the hall, we have Ben's room, and then the master with our own ensuite," Jane had told us while she showed us the doors for the rooms. "It's a nice place you have," James had let out. "It is indeed," I had let out quietly, cause I was thinking about Cashmere and how she was dead for almost two months now. I remember the day when I got the news. At first it was Ben, but that night we had thought that it was just a prank.
The next day, we got a call from not just St. Christina's, but also Archbishop Macbeth High School. Well, St. Christina's high school was wondering where she was, and Archbishop Macbeth was calling because they thought that Alex was with Cashmere. I remember I couldn't say anything to them, until I got a call from St. Christina's a couple of days later, saying that Cashmere was dead, because someone had admitted that they had seen it in action. I wanted to ask who, but they didn't say. "You okay?" James had asked me, bringing me back to the scene. "I'm okay," I had told them. "You sure? You were crying," Jane had told me. I guess my emotions came bursting out without realizing it. "Thinking about Cashmere," I had let out while drying my tears with my hand, and then running my hand on my black dress. James and I had decided to wear black today, because later we are going to bring Cashmere home from the hospital and then take her to the funeral home, where they will put her in a casket, and then give her the proper burial that she deserves. She's been in that hospital for too long. "I know I've said it before, but I am truly sorry for your loss," Jane had told James and I as he had held me in a hug. "Thanks," I had let out. "If you want, we can come with you guys when you go to get her. I know it's really hard," Jane had let out before Ross had walked down the hall to where we were. "Everything okay?" He had asked us, putting his hands in his pockets in his pants. "Yeah. I'll be fine," I had told them as I dried my tears one final time. "Well, dinner is finally ready," Ross had told us and we walked back to the dining table. James and I had sat on the seating that was part of the windowsill, and Jane and Ross had sat across from us.
"I know this is a delicate question, but it's a question that's been in my mind for the past little while," Ross had started. "What is it?" James had asked him after taking a bite of steak and swallowing it before answering. "What exactly were you thinking of doing with the body?" Ross had asked us, with his words coming out slowly one by one. I didn't want to answer. Even just the thought of Cashmere being dead was hard enough to process, and now we have to figure out what we're going to do with our daughter's body. The thought of it just disgusted me down to my core, that I couldn't swallow another bite of steak. Putting my fork and knife down, I pushed my plate to the middle of the table, had put my elbows on the table, placed my forehead on my hands, and looked down at the table while I had let the tears fall. "We don't know what we're going to do," James had let out for me as he had moved himself closer to me and had put his hand on my back, comforting me while the tears were coming out again. "I'm sorry for asking," Ross had told us. "It's okay," I had said when I was able to get the words out through the never-ending tears. "We had seen Aaron earlier," Jane had told us while James had let go of me as I dried my tears. "At the hospital?" James had asked them. "Yeah," Ross had told us. I don't know what's so important about this. "So? He was probably just saying goodbye to her. There's nothing that he could've done," I had told them, and I watched Ross and James' faces go from rosy anger to calm down face. "That does make sense," Ross had let out, releasing the tension from his face, and sighed as a way to calm him down. "No point to jump to conclusions," Ross had finally told us. "It's sad that she died so young. She never got to marry and have kids," Jane had let out. Clearly someone didn't tell her about Rose.
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Always Be Forever
Mystery / ThrillerJoin Cashmere, Alex, Jason, Snow, Ben, Michael, and Jack on a murder mystery like never before. A student gets murdered, but no one knows who was behind it and who actually killed her. Cashmere and Alex have a kid, just like Jason and Snow, but it h...