Jupiter Falls ✓

o12| holding on

Chapter 12 

At five in the afternoon, the sun had begun to settle as the evening started to roll in. I was taking a plastic bowl of sweet popcorn to the sofa for myself while my fiancé, Hays was waiting for me with her carrot sticks and hummus.

Her smile was curious and light as she plopped a carrot stick into her mouth and sucked on it like she was inside an Italian restaurant slurping up spaghetti. She didn't fail to look attractive, her piercing eyes looked up at me from down on the sofa, making me wish it wasn't a carrot stick in between her lips.

"So what are we watching?" She asked me as I sat next to her on the sofa.

"I was thinking Kingsman, I've heard good things about it. I rented it off iTunes anyway, so we can watch it or I'll watch it later," I explained already taking a piece of popcorn from my bowl, earning a judging look from Hays. The type of guilt trip look that makes you reconsider whatever just rolled out of your mouth. "Or... if you want we can watch what you want to watch... I don't mind at all."

"No, it's okay let's watch Kingsman, I don't want you to be alone if you watch it without me," she said and I smiled knowing she was watching me. You were fine leaving me alone before, months on end—now suddenly everything's changed.

Hays put on the film and rested her head on my shoulder, as the film started playing. We watched the film in silence, eating our snacks.

About half way through Hays said she felt cold, in response I had wrapped both my hands around her arm, to try and warm her up. I tried not to be bothered by how cold she was, but my body betrayed me shivering, then flinching away my left arm from her.

Well, I'm not going to lie, reaching my left arm over like that was kind of uncomfortable and I knew she knew. Well isn't this awkward...

Yet when her other hand would brush mine, its like she'd just gotten colder and colder rather than warmer and warmer. It's almost as if I had the opposite effect on her. I wasn't enough anymore, to warm her up like the house's central heating or a nice hot bath.

I haven't connected to her wiring anymore and it made me worry... enough to hide my face in her silk blonde hair, in hopes that she wouldn't notice, I've been hanging on by a wire about to snap.

We weren't in unison anymore. Na, it's just really cold... Nothing to do with me, I tell myself.

Right Jupiter...

I look over at the window and see the sun still bright... as if nature was trying to tell me something.

It's not cold—it's just you. Yeah right, fuck off sun—go paint some other leaf rusty gold, because I haven't fallen yet—so leave me green. Just a little bit longer...

Suddenly I felt colder and a shift on the sofa. I look beside me and see Hays had got up and left me. I follow her with my eyes and see she was by the fireplace.

As I watched the fire start, the small flickers going forward and backward—left and right. It made me feel even colder—if that's possible in an obviously warming room and I felt the fire not burning away the cold, but instead the wire I hanging onto.

As the wire started melting away, my face started falling and as I was afraid to see—so did Hays' face. It fell so fast you'd think a big spot had started leaking pus on my face, with the horror flashing through her stormy blues. Yet she still sat down next to me and leant her shoulder into mine.