Prove It.

future {chapter six}

"I uh, um, I'm- uh, thanks." She whispered, carefully folding the first of many letters. She pulled her backpack closer to her, quietly unzipping it enough to delicately tuck the meaningful gesture into the small of the bag. She zipped it back up, keeping it close as close to her as possible.

Jack was following her across the country, in search of hope. Hope of the future, hope of what their future talks could become. He wanted all of their nights spent talking and talking, of what they wanted in the future, of what they wanted within themselves, to come true.

Their future talks mostly consisted of one whispering to the other when they fell asleep, mostly just talking to themselves considering the one they were talking to was in fact asleep.

I remember their 'future talks'. The most important one, ah I remember it like it was just yesterday. They were in the park behind the Astherbe's Connecticut estate, just lying there beneath the stars. They were both awake, occasionally pointing out constellations or spotting an airplane passing by.

Nichola Fae had started the conversation. Simply with a ;

"What do you expect of the future?"

Causing Jack to suddenly rethink everything. What did he want in his future? What job did he see himself utilizing to pay for however many children in his what-sized house with what car? So he just spit everything out.

She started off, giving Jack the time to figure what his future would be.

"I think I'd want like maybe three or four kids? Maybe, I don't know. I don't really want a big house, I'd picture myself living in like a cozy smallish house. I think I'd either like to be a marine-biologist, or maybe a photographer. I want to stay in the US, but where? I don't know. I don't really know much about my future, but I'm pretty sure that I'd like you to be in it." She rambled on, finally looking up at the 16 year old Jack. With her head on his chest, and her hand over his heart, she kissed his Adam's apple, nuzzling her head into his neck.

He finally spoke, only in a light whisper, for fear of someone hearing his deepest wishes, only for his love to hear.

"I um- uh, I guess uh- I'd like two kids? I guess, and yeah, uh, not a big house. We don't need an estate, even though uh, your parents would probably like that. The states seems nice, maybe in a place a bit warmer? Or somewhere kind of exotic, I don't know. Um, as far as what I want to be when I grow up? No clue. I don't want a desk job, though. I'd like to know what I'm doing actually has an impact I guess." He replied, not looking anywhere but the blackening sky, lightly rubbing Nichola's side in a comforting way.

"Oh and, I'd like you in my future too. I think you'd be an excellent mum." He finished more confidently, pulling the small blanket over the sleepy girl.

Even though he brought the blanket only big enough for the love of his life, he wish he had brought a bigger one. But with her hand over his heart, cutely enough, it kept him warm enough for the night.

This story and the story of the Titanic are oddly similar. Yes, Rose the dumb whore could have shared the door for Jack to be saved, but it was the thought that counted. And yes, Jack could have taken the blanket all for himself, hogging it the entire night and leaving Nichola to freeze, but he didn't and it was the thought that counted.

Now back to the present. The lights on the street lit up whilst the light from the sky darkened. They both awkwardly sat at the cafe's rusting table. They stirred their hot drinks, occasionally hearing the clink of a metal spoon against the ceramic mug.

This is what they'd become, when just a month ago they were giggling and kissing, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings. Now, the two were sitting in a deserted cafe at 11:37 PM, feeling their hearts at the breaking point, craving the other's touch. This is what they've become even though they both hated it.