Prove It.

regret {chapter twelve}

Now let's come back to the present, and it is October 16th still in 2013. It's been 4 months roughly, and they haven't made much progress. Nothing more than the first few weeks, but nothing less than their breaking hearts.

The days were getting longer and colder, and fall is soon approaching. Their hearts yearned for the other, but the most they would get was a half-smile if they were lucky.

Jack's hair was getting longer, but because of the cold night's he didn't really mind. Nichola's wasn't much longer than it was before, considering it didn't grow as fast as his. The bags under their eyes sagged more and more each day due to lack of sleep, but to Nichola it was like any other day because of her diagnosed insomnia.

They still loved each other, and that's what hurt the most. Every night, young Jackson would propose to the girl with a letter, and every morning he would give her a yellow rose. No matter what state or town they were in, he'd always managed to find her; one yellow rose.

Jack had taken Nichola's first bag, never looking through it, just carrying it. She acquired a new bag, one that held - every letter and every rose. She loved him so much, that she carried around a bag filled with crumbling letters and deteriorating roses. But she never told him that she did it because she still loved him. Whenever he'd ask 'why do you continue to carry around that bag?' and she'd always respond with a 'doesn't matter'.

They both yearned for the love that they had been oh-so adapted to from the past few years, and it broke their hearts even more. From the side-cast looks of desperation that they though the other couldn't see, to the midnight cuddling that neither of them will own up to, slowly but surely they were getting closer, it was just the fact that they didn't know where they stood with one another on my grounds.

"Nich? You alright?" Jack asked, taking in her shivering body at 1:32 AM. His arms soon protectively wrapped around her as her head shook side to side, in saying 'no'.

He sat up carefully with her in his arms, pulling the small blanket out of her bag. This was the first time he had seen what was in the bag, even since the beginning. He looked carefully, her body still shaking from the cold winds.

He saw what she had packed. Of course there was a few pieces of clothing here and there, but at the bottom of the bag, covered in a big tshirt (his big tshirt), was three things.

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"Jack, no come on, no please! I don't want a picture." She refused, covering up her face with her dainty hands.

It was a date night, the fancy one that happened once every two months considering that neither of them liked dressing up. Their friend, Kenzie, helped Jack choose the location and Nichola, with her dress.

One of the rare times - very rare times - that Nichola would wear a dress is when it was their fancy date night, or when it was a very important occasion. Her dress, was a strapless peach chiffon coloured dress, floor length dress. She was all done up, hair and makeup, even nails.

The only reason why she was so dressed up, was because of a very important dance. More of a ball than anything, but she didn't, she never wanted to call it a ball.

Jack, being in your average tux - bowtie, not tie. She's never liked regular ties, only bow ties. And he made sure, that he only wore what she would want him to. It's not that she wouldn't like him if he wore a tie or whatever, it was just because he wanted to impress her and make her happy, if that's what she wanted.

This picture, was them during the dance, finding no pleasure (a/n not like that) or entertainment (a/n not like that either), inside the dancing hall, so they retreated to the women's bathroom, sitting in the handicapped stall (a/n not like that either either).

Both of them sitting on the surprisingly clean bathroom floor, showing each other ugly selfies or funny tumblr posts.

"Come on, Nich. You look beautiful." He said in a hushed tone, wrapping his arm around the girl beside him.

He held his phone up again, ready to take a picture, but she threw her hands up, covering her face.

"Nichola Astherbe, get your hands off of your face and take a goddamned picture with me!" He exclaimed, laughing as she fell back a little bit, suddenly clinging to him put of reflex.

She smiled at him briefly, hearing the click of his phone's camera go off. She screamed in frustration, claiming she needed to see how she looked in the picture, muttering nonsense about how she looked disgusting and that he needed to delete it immediately.

He said he did, and so the night went on. She smiled at him, and he mirrored before leaning forward and pecking her on the lips, her giggling half way through.

She ended the kiss that had become longer than intended, pecking his lips lightly before laughing again, the two of them sitting on the clean bathroom floor, side by side against the stall wall.

He never did delete the photo, she knew it. Because she sent it to herself, and printed the picture. She saved it, because she knew it was a memory she didn't want to ever forget.

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