Jilly Stories

Eva Cobbler - Mother of 6 and friend to all

Guys, this one is sad so prepare. Also just for this lets say that Anna is at home right now. Now remember, none of my stories are related unless there are parts. Ok, enjoy!

My friends and I are in the library hanging out when Miri interrupts.

"I have a letter for Gillian Cobbler," She sings, "And after, a date with Milo." She sighs dreamily. I fake gagging, and Jax stifles a laugh.

"Now don't be laughing," Kayla smirks, "This could be you guys soon enough." I'm completely and utterly horrified by her words, and one look at Jax's face tells me he is too.

"Kayla, I'm traumatized," I state, and everyone laughs.

"I don't think she's kidding guys," Jax tells the others, looking at my face. I nod. I'm serious. That was terrifying. Oh! The letter!

"Guys, I have to go get the letter," I apologize, "I've been expecting a letter from a village friend for days." The crew nods, and I race upstairs. The letter is sitting on my bedside table, and I rip it open.

Pegasus Postal Service

Flying Letters Since The Troll Wars!

FROM: Daniel Potter (funeral officiant)

TO: Gillian Cobbler (Fairytale Reform School)

Dear Gillian,

I'm terribly sorry to inform you that 2 days ago, Eva Cobbler passed from unknown reasons. Eva Cobbler was a mother of 6 children. Han, Hamish, Felix, Trixie, Anna, and Gilly. She will be missed by all. You will stay at Fairytale Reform School until we know the cause of Mrs. Cobbler's death. Again, I'm so sorry.

Best regards,

Daniel

No. No no no. What the hell is happening? I can't- What- I start to cry. Why me? I can't even visit my family. I slide down the wall, choking on my sobs. This can't be happening. I don't know what to do. What can I do? The fact that they don't know what happened makes it all the more worse. I can't breathe. It feels as if the world around me is slowly collapsing. Damn Daniel's sorry's to hell, they don't mean a thing.

I sit here crying for what seems like hours. Oh, it has been hours. It's dark out by the time what I think the last tear is falls. I hear a knock on the door.

"Thief? You there?" Jax calls through the closed door.

"Yes," I croak, quickly standing up. He opens the door, takes one look at me, runs across the room, and wraps me in a hug. I start to cry again, which seems like it should be physically impossible by now.

"What happened?" He asks me softly. I can't talk, so I hand him the note. He takes it with the hand that isn't holding me, and scans his eyes across the paper.

"God damn, Gilly," He whispers. I lock eyes with him, my eyesight blurry with tears. I want to curl up in a little ball and die. Jax knows exactly what I'm thinking. I know it because his grip around me tightens.

"Gilly," He whispers softly, "Remember what you told me last summer when my uncle died?" I shrug, holding my elbows. Jax's uncle had died last summer, and he had been so sad. I comforted him, but I wasn't really sure what I said.

"You told me that if I cried, you would cry too," He smiles, "You told me that I was the strongest person you knew, and that we would get through it. Together. I could say the same for you, Gilly. You're the strongest person I've ever met, but even the strongest people cry. And that's ok." He looks so sincere that I have to believe him.