When I stepped inside the hospital, the first thing I'd heard was a wail of a woman. They were at the waiting area but most of them were crying. Whoever they were crying for, he or she was loved.
I went up to see Jace then. I texted his mom but she didn't reply. I was thinking that maybe she was busy talking to her son. I would've ignored my phone as well if Jace had already woken up and just spent more time with him.
I saw Alexa at the waiting area by then. She was using her phone. I walked up to her and sat on the empty seat next to her.
"Hi, Alexa," I said. She looked up at me but I was surprised that she had puffy eyes.
What's going on?
"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked, putting my arm around her shoulder. "Tell me what's wrong."
She rested her head on my shoulder and she was weeping already. I wanted to know why was she crying like that.
"Alexa-"
"Jace... he's... he's..." she sobbed and wasn't able to form a coherent sentence.
I stiffened. It couldn't be.
Jace...
He was supposed to wake up and smile and greet us a good morning. He was supposed to talk to us and tell us that he was feeling alright already.
"Tell me, Alexa, what happened to your brother?" I asked.
She looked up to me, still crying. "He's gone, Emma. Jace is gone."
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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
