Clace after all ✔️

Begging, blood and breathing

We ate the spaghetti in a comfortable silence and after we had both finished jace cleaned while I went and found the next movie we should watch. I sat for a while by myself wondering what was taking Jace so long when I heard a crash from down stairs, I ran as quickly as my legs would carry me, running all the way threw house until I stopped at the big wooden doors that lead to the kitchen. I pushed the door lightly and as it squeaked open I saw the stark red puddle of blood against the pure white tiling of the floor and flashes of the car crash rushed through my mind. With a scream I collapsed to the floor my head in my hands clawing at the memories. Begging, pleading for them to go away. I felt the all too familiar hold of jace's arms around my waist. "Shhh, baby... here... little cut... safe." The fragmented voice of Jace's soothing voice cut through the sound of sirens running through my mind. "I'm safe, you're safe. Baby it's ok." My vision returned and I was faced with jace's solid chest. "I think it's time we find you some professional support." I nodded gently before falling into the blackness of my dreamless sleep.
I thought I would be okay just learning to live with my trauma but I'm not strong enough. I thought that losing my memories of Jace would somehow protect me but all it has done is made me feel is less than whole and made him hurt. All I see now when I blink is the bloodied and battered teddy bears lifeless and soulless eyes boring deep into my soul. I hear the sirens and the gut wrenching sounds of mental crunching under extreme force and the lack of breathing as my breath doesn't come and neither does jace's. I am lost within my trauma and if a professional get help find my way out of this wicked nightmare I'm willing to try anything and everything to look at jace and not see his lifeless body pale and weak.