the one that got away. J.M3

chapter three.

i found myself staring into a waterfall for hours on end. staring into the nothingness. as i could hear kids laugh with joy, teens carelessly fall in love and into the water, adults enjoying the peace and elderly taking in one of their last moments.

why did i not get to enjoy and treasure my last moments as they get to now. what did i do wrong, where was my fault and my mistake?

i turned my head towards devan, her eyes shining in the bright sky as if there had never been a worry or care ever in her life. she still looked the same as the day she died but not entirely. she had obviously aged. something that scares me. how long will i be stuck here. how old will i be when i get out. if getting out is even a option.

my sadness never dwelled onto me until this moment. the realisation hitting that i may never be able to see y/n once again.

though yet again i didn't know where i was. nor how i would get out.

"Devan, how do i leave?" I asked her.

She turned to me her smile dropping, "You can't exactly leave with such ease. I tried."

"But you said to me, you were sent to me to help. Said that there's a fine line between life and death, you're like you're like backtracking for no good reason."

"I know. I know but i can't reveal too much yet. We still have to go to where they are and they need to explain what will happen." she replied.

we sat in silence as i thought how to reply. "take me now."

she coughed ever so slightly, "now?"

"yes."

she grabbed a hold of my hand and i felt the surroundings changed. my vision fogged up making everything around us something unimaginable beyond my eyes.

though when the fog cleared we were simply just on a room. a white room with nothing but a book placed on the floor. she pushed me towards it and i hesitantly walked towards it picking it up.

the title being, jaeden wesley martel's memories. my memories. this was the answer?

i flipped through the pages desperately trying to find any source of answer. any hope. any way to return. though the last couple pages were left unwritten. the final bit of writing being, he doesn't return,

was this my fate? was my life no longer mine? i turned to devan in a rush and panic, "this-this can't no this doesn't mean?"

"you are silly there's another page." she said laughing.

i returned my guess back to the book, for a while.

Sighing i closed it. That isn't any better. A while isn't that specific. I could be gone for years for all i know. they could all move on from me.

forget me like i was just someone in their past. someone just in their childhood.

she wrapped a arm around me, "ready to leave?"

"i suppose yes."

then we were back at the waterfall as if we never left. i figures what could i do now being stuck here for awhile. the only person that can see, hear and talk to me being devan. though she seemed fine with it.

i suppose you would be fine with death and the silence after a couple of years.

turning towards her i examined her movement as she attempted to pick up rocks. only being successful to pick up one, "devan, how does it feel to leave this stage. to be dead? does it hurt?"

she smiled at me letting go of the one rock in her hand, "quicker than falling asleep i believe. but that's not specific i suppose. it doesn't hurt though. well not literally, mentally it hurts like a load of bricks. but after awhile you get over it."

i smiled for myself, that wouldn't be bad. "Where do you enter after?"

"You kind of just walk through the door and it's this magical world. Though you get a number and when your number is called you go through this blue door and it takes you to the beginning once again. I'm number 825,272,791 so i've got awhile to go. Only a couple years of so. But i'll be alive then, again."

"but what if you don't want to?"

"i'm not particularly sure. though there's nothing to worry about."

"nothing to worry about." i mumbled repeating her. i turned my gaze back to the ground the world feeling heavy around me.

if i don't get out of here, if i don't wake up. i'll be waiting for ages. like everyone else. once again, just to wait.

"do you forget?"

"forget what?"

"what we are now after we go through the door?"

she laughed, "of course we do. but not entirely. maybe you'll be reunited with her one day. if you don't wake up."

"i hope i wake up though."

"i know."

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