Fourty Seven

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will

I sat up and opened my eyes to see Jordan.

"Bloody fucking hell." I cursed and winced because of how British I sounded.

I groaned and fell back down on to my pillow, "what are you doing here?" I grumbled.

I could feel him roll his eyes, "oh nothing," he said, "just saving your fucking life."

Quickly I sat up again, my eyes fell on to his wet hair and clothes, "what do you mean?" I was getting a splitting headache.

He brushed his wet fringe out of his eyes, "You tried to kill yourself, Will. You jumped off a bridge." he hesitated, "because of me." his voice was filled with sorrow.

"I'm sorry, Will." he whispered. He rose to his feet and shook his head, "So sorry."

I was at a loss for words, "Wait." I couldn't believe it, "I jumped off a bridge. and you, you jumped in after me?"

He nodded, sending little droplets of water falling to the floor.

"You saved my life, Jordan." I mumbled.

Jordan smiled a tiny, crooked smile.

"And you, mine, mon chéri."

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