Finally

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

3rd Person

The smile never left his face as he walked away from his fiancee’s room. He couldn’t believe it. He, Jace Martin, was getting married the very next day. Four years ago, he never could have seen himself here. He never could have seen himself meeting Chloe. Jace slowed down his pace, considered going back to Chloe’s room. He didn’t think he’d be able to make it through the night without her at his side. Who gave a crap about superstitions? How badly could it mess up their marriage if they were together the night before their wedding? He almost turned around, but decided against it. If this was what Chloe wanted, it was the least he could do to go along with it. After tomorrow, they would have the rest of their lives to be together. What was one night? He made it to his door and went in. Jace changed into his pajamas and got into bed. For a long time, he tried to fall asleep, but he was too excited. His eyes wouldn’t stay closed for more than a few seconds. He wasn’t sure how long he laid in bed, trying to fall asleep, but after a long time, he decided to stop trying. He got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Jace walked the final few stairs to the roof. He needed to be outside, under the big, open sky to collect his thoughts, calm his nerves, whatever you do the night before your wedding. He kept going over in his head the night he met Chloe. He remembered how pretty she looked, even if she was completely and totally drunk. He remembered how she slipped and fell into his arms, and how he saw in her eyes that she could maybe, possibly love him. He remembered that in that moment, he loved her too. He couldn’t wait until the next day. He checked his watch. 2:20. “Fifteen hours” he whispered to himself, “Fifteen hours until I marry the woman I love.” Jace smiled and stood up to go downstairs. He stretched, raising his arms to the sky. He didn’t hear anyone come up behind him. He didn’t hear the excited, nervous breathing of that person. He didn’t know that anyone was there until they shoved him, hard. He stumbled forward a few steps, tripping over his own feet, then toppled right off the edge of the roof. The wind ripped the scream from his mouth, muting it. Jace continued to fall, and fall, and then he hit the ground.

Jace’s killer looked at the twisted body on the ground and smiled. Finally. Finally, Jace was dead. Finally. The killer turned and walked away, still muttering that word to himself.

Finally.

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A/N

I'm gonna apoligize for the crappiness of this chapter right now. I suck soooooo bad at writing in third person, but thankfully there's only gonna be a couple chapters in third person. So yeah

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