"I know it's you, Emma," Jace mumbled. His eyes were closed. But even if they were open, he still wouldn't see me.
"How are you?" I asked. I didn't know what else should I say to him.
"Dying," he said.
I couldn't help but feel worthless.
"Jace--"
"Don't make this any harder for both of us, Emma."
"Then stop being stubborn as well," I said. Slowly, he opened his eyes. "Jace, you have one last wish and I want to make it happen."
He gasped. "What do you mean?"
"The mixtape. I finished it and you said that you want to fall in love."
"How..."
"It doesn't matter. Jace," I moved closer and hold his hand, "let me."
He closed his eyes again. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," I said, almost begging.
"I'll think about it." Then he removed my hand to his before turning his back to me.
YOU ARE READING
From Afar
Poetry"I knew there’s magic between two people who falls in love with each other. That there was this invisible tie that cupid connected to their pinky fingers. And I was thinking, maybe cupid did that to us as well." ~ Emma
