𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑛-𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟ℴ𝒹𝑔ℯ𝓇//ʲᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵃʷᵏⁱⁿˢ

𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓈ℴ 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽， 𝓉ℴ 𝒹ℴ𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉ℴ 𝒹ℴ𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓂𝓎𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻．  𝑀．𝐽．𝑇

JACK

I WAS QUITE 𝐵𝐴𝐹𝐹𝐿𝐸𝐷 ROSIE had been present at the hanging today, she usually would go out of her way to be anywhere but the Gallows, especially when there was an execution set for that day. It's easy to say she isn't a fan for the executions—nor for death in the first place. I suppose in a town like this you're so surrounded by the thought of what's beyond your life that you're either overwhelmed by it, or you have to learn to live with it. Mari's way of living with it is that she goes the long way around the sight of somebody else's life being cut short. Which in my opinion is perfectly reasonable, she and I spend most nights up and awake, watching the moon and talking about what lies beyond the clouds, obviously we never come to a final conclusion.

I myself had a rough past, no matter my mothers' attempts at restraining my father's addictions, from snow to whiskey, it all just never seemed to get any better. By my mothers stories, he was never a drinker beforehand, I suppose over time people change, my father was one of them. He left me to rot in that cell as just a youngin', leaving me to pay for an offence he did, he said he'd be back in fifteen minutes, I haven't seen him for fifteen years.

Even as I turn twenty four this year, I've still found no answers to his actions. Ever since then, i've come to despise the man I am descended from, that's why I am more thankful for the women who I had been blessed with to be featured throughout my life. Starting with my mother.

Inheriting her ambitious mind and whole hearted love, I see many things in myself that proves to me that she truly was my greatest influence. The two of us were inseparable by the time I'd turned three, countless pictures and sketches have proved this theory as well as my foggy memories. My mothers love for art is something of many things I can see in Mari, the similarities of their kindness and brave hearts go a long way. The one thing I can't seem to shake of her memory is simple her heart. She has claimed the most significant part of my life with her kindness and even her stubbornness. And as I saw the brown in her eyes slip away, I see a part of my own soul go along with her.

Then there's Mary Rose. She's my life saver, my life giver. Without her, I don't think I would have made it out of the dark place I was in after my mother's passing. Without her I don't know where I'd be, the cell still I suppose. Her love for art and recovery is something I admire, along with a very long list of things. She surprises me everyday, with all of her quirks she shows me what it's like to have someone to love, to have someone worth loving. She has a strong will and her love is unstoppable.

The one thing i can't understand, is her belief in second chances. She believes it's a matter of finding the good in the worst of people and somehow sticking it out until the end.

I on the other hand think otherwise, I simple cannot seem to believe such things no matter how many times Mari-Rose has tried to explain her own thoughts.

With the amount of evil that I've seen first hand in this world, I'm surprised that there are good people in the first place. It all started when mother's began leaving their children at the hospital doors, then it escalated to the father's abandoning their families.

Mary for instance is somebody I'd never imagine to have a bad bone in her body, she's the purest woman in this town and an even better sister to her siblings but not only does eh act as a sister, she's a mother as well to many children. Her own name refers to 'star of the sea' for Christ sake, she's destined to be the kindest person you'll meet. I'm just worried that such kindness could be taken advantage of, she can certainly handle herself, I'm not saying otherwise, growing up with only brothers brings a capability pinning them to wall because they cursed under her roof. 

She's an inquisitive, curious, brilliant woman who speaks her mind and supports others' no matter the cause. She cares for those who don't and she gives more than she gets. She's intelligent—more so than I, she knows right from wrong and is a miracle behind the gurney. Mari-Rose has the strongest of wills and is honest no matter the cause.

Long story short, when I ran into her today at the gallows, it wasn't something to expect. I surely couldn't hang around for too much longer since I was on the run from the gambling game once again, but when she offered me a way out down the alley to our left, I was off into a sprint, cutting our words short.

Reaching the alley in a moments time, I spun around and pressed me back against an open door frame. My breathing was uneven and I was sure Darius wasn't far behind me, I was even tempted to take a second glance over my shoulder and out from the comfort and safety of the doorway but I wasn't willing to risk being seen. If I got caught, I'd lose my hand—the courtesy of losing a bet I suppose. I was at least offered the chance to choose which hand, but ironically being a surgeon, I need both of them in one piece and attached to my wrist so that's certainly convenient.

Just by those previous moments, I could feel that today, was going to be an exhausting day.

Continuing on, the learning's of today are; 'If you want to keep your hand, don't draw a dud in cards'.