Die for You

11| Jade

I walked around the house giggling as two hands went around my waist and picked me up. I felt myself get turned around and looked at my father smiling. "Daddy!" I giggled. I reached my arms out to him and he pulled me closer, into a warm embrace.

"Daddy's girl." I heard a voice say.

I looked at where the voice came from and stuck my tongue out. "Momma's boy." I said to my older brother who was standing in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe.

"Jade, Florian! Zeke's here!" A woman's voice yelled.

"Coming mommy!" I yelled to my mother as a response. Florian already was on his way to the door. My father set me on the ground and I ran in the same direction as Florian.

I see Zeke in the doorway and run to him. "Zeke!!!" I yelled happily as I jumped in his arms. He hugged me and laughed.

I heard the laughing echoing as I then groaned. My eyes opened wide and I jolted up in the bed, breathing heavily. I looked around at my surroundings and realized I was in the hospital. I looked next to me to see Joseph surprised. "Joseph?" I whispered, confused as to why he was there.

He hugged me and let out a breath of relief. "You're awake... Welcome back.." He whispered in my ear and I slid my arms around him.

I'm so confused. Why was Joseph here? What happened? I saw flashes in my head of the events that happened. Of me fighting Ashlyn, me getting stabbed, Zeke's death. I cried at the thought of Zeke dying. I cried into Joseph's shoulder.

"Shhh... I'm right here..." He whispered. Comforting me. He held me close in a warm hug. It felt so relieving. With him being here. I'm thankful that he's here.

"He's gone... Because of me... because he tried to protect me..." I whispered.

Joseph pulled back and held my shoulders. "It's not your fault.. He died protecting himself as well... You did fight, and as long as you go on, it's what would make him proud." He said to me,

"He was my only family. My parents, brother... they're gone..." I sobbed.

"You have me now.." He whispered.

I just now noticed how close our faces were. Our lips were just so close to touching. I didn't pull away. In fact, I leaned in, and kissed him.

I set my mouth along with his and he kissed me back. He climbed on the bed and went on top of me as we kissed. I felt his hands go on my cheeks. My cheeks were so warm.

This kiss felt so right. Why did I feel like I needed him? Like I would want to hold him forever? Why does he make my heart beat so rapidly? Why does he make the butterflies in my stomach flutter? Why does he make me smile even in my saddest moments? I barely know him. But I feel like I have known him my whole life. As we kissed a memory flashed in my head. Of the whole reason I am still alive today. But it was the same day my father died. It made tears flow down from my eyes and down my red, warm cheeks. But we didn't pull away. In fact, he showed more emotion in this kiss than he did a second ago.

Is this really what love feels like?

Because, goddamn.

It feels amazing...