What Lovely Kidneys You Have (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)

22 - Your Fairy Godmother Doesn't Stick Around Forever, You know.

So Nadia's P.O.V is written a bit differently than Jack's in the sense that she's not nearly as intelligent as he is, and uses pretty simplistic vocabulary. But other than that, it'll be fine.

I am not using simple words and phrases because I have suddenly changed my writing style, but I am doing it for the sake of 'we are now inside Nadia's mind, therefore we are reading how she thinks'.

Wei cx ... I think after this, there is only one more chapter actually...

-staypunky

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What does it mean to be alive?

I have no fucking clue to be honest. I mean, it obviously means that you breathe and live and exist on the planet, but if you want to get deeper, it's actually pretty complicated.

For some people, it means that you do what you love to do, or hang out with whoever makes you happy. For others, it means you work all day and make money and make it big and other crap like that. It's really freaking simple for religious people because they actually have a calling and a sense of a higher purpose that gives their lives meaning, even if what they believe in has a 50/50 chance of being totally fake. I don't really know. But I do know that I sometimes wish I was raised to be religious because then it'd make my life a hell of a lot easier in terms of living and what it means, and knowing just how important I'm supposed to be to some higher being, despite how unimportant I really feel.

For me though, being alive is really just doing the opposite of dying. I live, so that I don't die. Get it? If I stop living I'll die, and then what's there to be done after that? Nothing. Which is exactly my point. Death has been following me my entire life and if I forget that the meaning of my life is to simply keep it, then death will catch up and finally get what it wants. I want to stay alive more than anything I've ever known, and thanks to Jack, I guess that'll finally be possible.

Ah, Jack.

Where the hell do I even start with him? He's like the fairy godmother I've always wanted, but with a smart ass attitude and a penis. Usually though, fairy godmother's are supposed to carry wands and smile all the time, but Jack just carries a knife and scowls instead. Fairy godmothers are supposed to be pretty and elderly and wear dresses while Jack on the other hand is a gray eyeless demon thing who's about my age, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't look very magical in a dress. Actually, Jack is hardly like my fairy godmother at all! The only thing he actually has to offer that would classify him as one is the fact that he's made three of my wishes come true.

1) To find someone who will do anything for me.

2) To kick death in its ugly fucking face!

3) To fall in love.

I wasn't entirely positive that he had granted the third wish yet though, but I think he was incredibly close. I mean, I've always liked Jack. There's something freaky, yet intelligent and honorable about him that I was just a sucker for. Obviously he's a masked murderer who was literally infected by evil from some demon thingy that almost came to kill me, but other than that, he's great! He deals with my annoyingness and even compliments me sometimes, and it's so obviously that he totally likes me. And ever since he saved my life, I've had like, this feeling inside of me that was just begging to be near him 24/7. I didn't understand it, like some instinct that forced me to want to be as close to him as possible, which I've come to figure out involves, well, you know. I don't really think he's ready for that yet though, as strange as that sounds; like honestly, what guy doesn't want to have sex?! He is a freak though, so I guess I shouldn't really hold him to human standards.

Whatever. I'll just keep pushing and see what happens. And it looks like right now is a perfect opportunity...

"What are you doing?" Jack asked as I laced my fingers with his and held his hand.