the next few days were spent sitting in my mums room, staring at the mirror she would primp herself in, wearing the dress she kisses my father in, soaking my tears in the blanket she would sleep in, and Nathan would just sit outside the door, waiting and expecting me to come out.
So as broken hearts held, and while our backs only seperated by a door, we sat alone.
And it was scary at times. but then it was comforting.
It was beautiful to think that I have so much but scary to think I've lost a lot.
"Please, come out, Jaz" He says, to the death of me.
"I can't, and I won't." I reply, stubbornly.
He sighs and bangs on the door continuously.
"Stop" I say, annoyed.
"Not until you come out." He says back.
I groan and open the door.
NATHANS P.O.V
She opened the door, her lips cracked, hair into a messy ponytail, wearing a pristine white Oversized t shirt and pyjamas shorts. The crinkled dress on the floor next to her. She had been dressed in it, I knew it.
She was underdressed, but still beautiful.
She looked at me with guilt.
My chest grew tight and so did my heart.
Her skin felt cold and desolate but I knew it was just her facade.
Her inside self was full of cheery thoughts and I knew that of her.
"I can't believe I look like this oh my gosh..." She said.
We stood silent for a while, until I broke the glass.
"You know what? let's go watch the soccer game. Let's go watch it and not give a fuck. Who cares about what you look like, let's just go."
Her eyes widened, and she smiled, for the first time in ages. "Whatever, let's go."
****
JAZ'S P.O.V
"oh my goddd!! LOOK AT THAT SHOT THAT WAS AMAZING HOLY HELL!" she yelled, almost tripping over the grandstand.
I laugh.
So I guess you could say life is a series of weird and uneventful days, but then there's also the days that you never wish to forget.
Some like today, it may change tomorrow, and that's the cruel thing,
we are never told when they'll be bad or good, and I guess that's why I joined theatre. To get used to the oblivion.
Because in theatre, your'e given lines and notice of the type of audience you'll be seeing.
When the curtain closes, you do it all over agian, with different lines and different actions.
To me, oblivion can be beautiful, but I tend to say away from it.
It's the type of beautiful that can be creepy.
I guess it's a little like love.
Did that sound creepy?
Love is pretty creepy, if you ask me.
They watch you, they get to know your features, just by staring.
They take in all this, then they don't talk about it.
To just stare at people and keep it to yourself, love is creepy.
I'm blabbering.
What happened after all this was clear.
The few moths after I was living in the same house, with Nathan and his family.
Was it weird? Yeah, until his parents moved out.
On graduation day, we both decided to take our paths together to the same University, and from there our story is just begginning.
I am in love with Nathan and it's clear as day.
We are our own team.
As for Demi, charlie and belle? They're going well.
Charlie is head director for the top music videos around, belle became a writer and is touring around the world.
As for Demi, well she is still figuring out her path, but knowing her, we'll see some more crazy events from her.
(THANK YOU, BUT WAIT FOR THE PROLOGUE!)
