When you were still sane

Recurrence

recurrence (n) meaning; return to a previous condition, habit, subject, etc.

"I don't want to hear you talk about the bad blood every morning."

Ash PoV

My eyes flutter open and I look to Danielle's bed and sigh.

She's gone again.

It's not very hard to guess where.

Rubbing my eyes I jump when I hear a knock on the dusty window.

Is it a robber? we don't own anything of value..wait robbers don't knock.

I sneak towards the window and rub my eyes again.

This must be a dream.

It's Jax.

I crack the window open slightly, enough for us to communicate.

"It's me Jax.. remember? Jackson?" Does he really think I'm that stupid.

"So.." I drawl.

"If your name is Jackson, is your father's name Jackdad?" I ask in a serious tone, trying to fight back the giggles.

"Yeah, now let me in." I don't want to, but I do.

"I'm Ash.. Ashton remember?" I tease him.

"Like Ashton Irwin?" He plays along and I laugh harder then I have ever laughed.

Jax PoV

She stands there so perfectly even while doing nothing. ( A/N: SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT STANDING THERE)

Does she know that when she glances at me my stomach begins to flutter and my heart begins to burn?

"What are you doing here?" She sobers up, practically glaring.

I wish she would stop with the recurrence of why I'm here.

All these questions, why can't she just live life and let destiny lead.

I don't know the answer honestly, so I stay silent.

And she stays silent, and it is a silent tennis match until she speaks up.

"Follow me." she says.

To the ends of the earth. 

She brings me somewhere that feels sacred.

It is a garden.

"It's the only thing beautiful left here." She whispers and I am about to protest but she continues.

"My sister.. she goes off with some girl and they do such terrible things, because they think it will heal them.

I am silent now, she is so vulnerable, so fragile, yet she is telling me personal things, and I feel so loved.

"This house holds so many ugly memories too.. and I've become one of them, every day on my own I consider burning it down with me inside it, burning it down and letting Danielle choose her own life."  She's on the verge of breaking, but I have a question itching my brain.

"So why haven't you?" I ask quietly, as if that'd make it sound better.

"Because I am selfish."