Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

Bey's P.O.V.

The alarm on the nightstand next to Jay went off, and I opened my eyes, yawning.

"Do you remember what today is?" he asked with a smile. I immediately perked up and ran to the bathroom, taking a shower and changing into a red, bandana print button down, some cut off shorts, black boots, and a hat that topped off the edge of the outfit. Jay was in a camo jacket and jeans, finished off with a black hat and black Jordans. It was such a bittersweet moment, considering that those were my last moments in America, my last moments, ever. We could never come back. And that was something I had to come to accept.

"Good morning," I said, melting my lips onto his.

"Good morning. You ready, BB?"

"Yeah, are you, PopPop?" He chuckled and picked up our bags.

"I was born ready, ma." We settled our things into the car and fastened our seatbelts before Shawn paused to think.

"So, it's 8 now, we need to be at the runway at 9:44. We're only half an hour away... So what shall we do?" I wriggled my eyebrows and leaned back into the seat.

"I just want a morning smoke and watch the sun rise." He shrugged and pressed the key into the ignition. "Your wish is my command." He drove down the freeway, resting his hand on my bare thigh, as he approached a barren spot of desert, where he pulled to the side and actually into the landscape. We got out of the car, and I sat on the hood, watching as he lit up the cigar. He puffed and exhaled as we both admired the sun that slowly began to emerge on the horizon. "Hey, where's mine?" He smiled and shook his head.

"I don't know if you could handle a whole one of these, baby." I fake pouted, something I knew would make him cave in, and took the cigar from him. I raised it to my lips, feeling the smoke fill my lungs. Jay pressed his lips to my thigh gently and softly, before rubbing it soothingly and watching the sun rise once more. I puffed out the smoke, watching it fade into the morning air, then handed the cigar back to him. We sat there in silence the entire time, soaking up all the memories, mistakes, familes, loves, fun times, drunk times, and life-changing things that we've done here. This is the end of one chapter and the beginning of a new. "We should get going," he muttered, throwing the used cigar out into the distance and helping me back into the car. I took the wheel this time, feeling silent tears come to my eyes as I drove down the roads. Eventually, I saw a small runway with a jet on it, and I pulled over to the small airport station.

"This is it, baby."

"I know." I glanced back out at the raw landscape and turned away, ducking into the jet. The insides were swanky, and a bed was in a secluded room. Beverages and food took up the space inside of the mini refrigerator, and a full on bathroom with a shower included sat in the very back, but in the open area was a TV, couch, fridge, and small round windows. The pilot stepped on with a friendly smile, placing our bags in the room.

"This is going to be a 17 hour flight, so if you want any time updates, let me or Jerry know. We'll be in the cockpit."

"Thank you," I replied and he disappeared to fly the plane. He shut the door, and Jay and I sat on the couch, staring out of the windows as our old life faded into the background.

"Please take your seats, we are now taking off." I heard through an intercom. I rested my head on Shawn's chest and kissed him slowly. The land then began to get smaller as we ascended into the air. When we were finally suspended in high altitude, Jay turned on the TV, and I whipped out my phone, only to see about 40 notifications from Nicki. I unlocked my phone and began to read the messages.

BEY DON'T GET ON THAT JET!!!

PLEASE, NOT YOU OR JAY. DON'T GET ON IT!!

IT'S A TRICK!

GUILLERMO SNUCK A BOMB ON THAT JET AND IT'S SET TO GO OFF EXACTLY 10 MINUTES AFTER IT TAKES OFF!!! DO NOT GET ON IT!!!

All of the other messages were similar in nature, warning us that the jet was going to blow up and not to get on it. I dropped the phone to the floor and stared out of the window.

"Bey, what's wrong?" he asked.

"This is going to blow up."

"What?" Jay picked up the phone and his eyes began to scan the messages. "We have to get off." He and I both stood up, searching for parachutes or something, only to find exactly one parachute that could only fit one person. I began to cry and walked into the open area. "Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter, you are taking this parachute," Jay began, tears starting to form in his eyes. I looked away and opened the small closet next to the bathroom, to find a ball of wires and a timer on top of it. The ticking began to echo in the room.

"I'm not taking it, Shawn. What am I going to do without you? I have no reason to be alive without you," I began with a voice that was shaking, due to my tears. "It's pointless. I'm not going to rot in prison after you die on this jet. Not even if I spent the rest of my life on the run without you, nothing would be able to fill the void left in me knowing that I left you behind. I love you more that I love life itself. There's no point in me living if I don't have you! Don't you get that?!" He sighed and wiped away my tears with his thumb while tears worked their way down his cheeks.

"Beyoncé, take it. I've had all these bad things coming for me for a long time. It's only karma. This is life's way of equaling itself out, and I happened to drag you into this baby." He shed another tear and looked into my eyes that were glassed over with tears. "And you didn't deserve that, you don't deserve to die. So take this, and get out of here. Then, when you go to heaven and they bring me to hell, just sneak out and meet me, bring a box of L's," he said, moving a piece of hair around my face and giving me a weak smile. "I love you."

"I love you.."

"Beyoncé, take this."

"I'm not getting off of this jet."

"And neither am I."

"Then we are going to die together.. So everyone can see that even if we had the choice, I wouldn't go on without you, and you wouldn't go on without me... Without you, I've got nothing to lose."

"I will love you forever, Beyoncé."

"I will love you forever, Shawn."

I wouldn't change anything. No, not for the world. I love him. I loved him. I will always love him. The situation that we got caught up in was unfortunate, but don't feel sorry for us. Because there's no reason to be. In the end, we found something that is so rare, so true, so real. And that is pure, undying love. I could hear the ticking of the bomb in the background, and I knew it wouldn't be long. I let my lips meet Shawn's one last time, tasting him, feeling him, smelling his cologne, finding security in his arms. I began to count the ticks, not letting my lips dare drift away.

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while. Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever. We don't have the power but we never say never, sitting in a sand pit, life is a short trip, the music's full of sad, man. Forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever young.

Five.... Four.... Three.... Two....

Die in love and live forever.