I watched Jace while he was sleeping. When he will wake up? Was this how being sick was like? Sleeping all the time? I wanted to talk to him; to get along with him. Only, he didn't want to.
His eyes fluttered, slowly opening. I knew if I didn't mention any word and kept the quiet, he wouldn't know that I was there.
So when he said, "I know you're still there," I frowned. He didn't want me to be here.
"I just want to--"
"Emma, please--"
"Jace, please," I begged, repeating his words.
"I'm dying."
"You're dying and yet you're being stubborn." I didn't say it to offend him.
"You're right."
"Jace, just--"
"Just stop. You have to let go of that feeling. You don't like or love me. You just don't."
"And who are you to tell me that?"
"I have to say those things to make you go away."
"And do you think that will make me go away?"
"I hope it will."
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Poesia"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
