59-year-old Jace was sitting on his rocking chair, crocheting a colourful tea towel for his children. His child Max was soon to get married to his love of his life, Emily in about two weeks and the least Jace could do was give a handmade tea towel.
After three hours of straight crocheting, he turned to his left to see a seven-year-old Jace with someone much taller than him. She had long, blonde hair and bended knees and glasses. She had a floral top and denim skinny jeans. It was 14-year-old Shardae. She was great fun, they used to play fun games of hopskotch and sipped warm cups of tea together. They were basically best friends, and didn't mind the slightly large age difference.
Jace was brought back to the fateful day Shardae was in her death bed.
Hey guys, this wasnt writen by me by the way!!! My twat of a friend wrote this on my laptop just for fluffyfun so yeah.. He is most likely reading this so I just wanted to say that you are a dork and I hate you! ;P Beautiful story that was 87% not true. ~Jacket
