The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

Must A Week Be So Short?

{Thomas's POV}

We spent at least two hours in that small bakery, Vea filling Alex in all that he'd missed over the last six or seven months since he moved to New York. Occasionally they said a couple of things that made no sense to me, but it was likely some slang that I, as someone who's lived in New York City all his life simply couldn't understand. This was likely part of... No, this was definitely part of what Alex had been talking about when he said he'd understand everything and I wouldn't.

After a long conversation, Alex said his goodbyes and said he'd make sure to stop by more before the end of the week, then I grabbed his hand.

"Have in mind where we're going next?" I questioned.

He nodded, "Actually, I do. Did you bring your wallet? We're going to the market."

"Yes, I have my wallet." I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Good."

We continued hand in hand, then he looked at a store while we were on the way towards this marketplace he'd been talking about.

"What is it?" I inquired, curious as to what had caused him to so suddenly halt.

"We should go get some jelly water to drink while we look around the market." He suggested, much to my confusion.

"Jelly water?"

"Yeah? You know, from coconuts?"

"Coconut water?"

"It's jelly water, but yeah."

"Why is it called jelly water?"

"Because of the young coconuts that have that weird jelly-like flesh inside them, those are called Jellies, so than their jelly water, simple." He shrugged.

After this we walked into the store together, grabbing jelly water, or as I called it as someone not native to here, coconut water. Now that we had our refreshments we hurried back out and over to the marketplace that Alex had his heart set on going to next. He waved at a couple of people, mainly a lot of people at several different market stands, but his attention was quickly drawn to one in particular, where there was handmade jewelry being sold.

He looked over them, his eyes landing on some necklaces, specifically one with a gold chain with some blue beads, as well as a golden-winged lion pendant at the bottom.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, trying to follow his gaze, then he pointed at the necklace.

"My mother would've loved that necklace so much. The stories she told me were always tied back to lions in some way, not just my favorite one..." Alex murmured.

I nodded, then looked at the woman running the stand, "We'll take that necklace right there. How much is it?" I spoke, pulling out my wallet.

"Nice choice," She grabbed the necklace, a smile on her face, "it's twenty-two dollars."

I pulled out the cash and passed it over, then handed the necklace to Alex, "There."

"... Tommy, you didn't have to..." He murmured, and I chuckled.

"You said it reminded you of your mother," I told him, "of course I had to get it for you."

{Alexander's POV}

Our second day on St Kitts and Nevis was going to be spent at the beach, but my mind had to be a bitch. In the middle of the night, I woke up from a nightmare that sent me spiraling into a panic attack, my breaths coming out in shallow wheezes as if someone laid a hundred-pound boulder on my chest. When Thomas noticed and woke up to calm me down, I managed to tell him it was about the hurricane and he suggested we hold off on going to the beach, just in case it triggered something.

We both laid back down after a while, however unlike Thomas, I hadn't managed to fall back asleep, and around six in the morning I snuck out of the bed and walked over to the window, peeling away the curtains, looking at the sky, glad to see the simple darkness of early morning, after my panic attack earlier I had some anxiety about looking out the window and seeing that eery silent yellow sky, I knew this was unlikely, it was so early in the morning, and while I was normally good with logic, my anxiety could be really heightened, to put it lightly.

I hung around the hotel room, trying to simply give myself a breather, then I looked over as I noticed Thomas shifting more. I gave a gentle smile and walked over, sitting down on the bed, looking down at him, and placing my hand atop his, he made me so happy. Our story was an unusual one, we hated each other so much at first, and we started to get to know each other more because I stole his wallet and then... Then my mother. I suppose there's a reason why people say everything happens for a reason, although I still don't see the reason for the hurricane.

When he finally woke, we started talking about what to do, seeing as our plans for the beach today were ruined by my panicking. I was so glad he understood why I was not a fan of water because if he wasn't so understanding I'm sure I would've ended up with another panic attack later, or at least a lot of anxiety.

It felt like our week there was way too short, so many spent at market places, or cafes, and certainly plenty at aunt Vea's bakery, we also eventually got to the beach, even if I kept my distance from my water. We had a few hours before our flight, and so I told Thomas there was one last place I wanted to go.

"This is it." I told him, looking at a small pathetic house in front of us, a for sale sign posted outside it, "This was my house."

The place was pathetic, and it looked like an extremely cheap shack, especially compared to the other colorful buildings.

"This is it? It's so small... Not judging... But it doesn't even look big enough for a four-person family..." Thomas answered, looking between me and the house.

"It wasn't for a four-person family, not at all. My parents had the one-bedroom, and... My brother and I, had the chairs in the living room, and no, they weren't recliners. It was pretty cramped." I answered.

"Shit," He looked at me, "really? You just slept on some old chair every night?"

"For a long time yeah, it was pretty cramped. We managed to get a small sofa, and I swapped over to sleeping on that so my legs weren't cramping every morning on my walk to school."

"God, this island is beautiful, but moving to New York must've been like living in luxury almost... Assuming that you didn't sleep in the living room again."

"I got my own room when we moved to New York, I'm surprised we managed to afford the apartment we did. It was really nice."

It was pretty nice, coming back and reminiscing like this. I smiled at him, and we chatted a little bit longer. Eventually, we did have to go, quickly stopping by the bakery to say goodbye to aunt Vea, then it was off to the airport. It was goodbye to St Kitts and Nevis for us. I thought that Thomas taking me here was the biggest surprise Thomas could pull off on me, but I was mistaken, and I'd find that out soon enough.

{A/N: Alright guys, I plan to post the last chapter to this book this weekend. Thank you all so much for reading, when I started writing this I never imagined to even hit one hundred reads, and now I have over eight hundred reads and 100+ votes on My story, it is incredible. The joy I feel when I wake up to a flood of Wattpad notifications telling me that I have a shit ton of new votes and comments, it really helps, especially on my worse days. Thank you, thank you, thank you. This is only my first, and I plan to write for a very long time to come. I might give myself a week at most if I feel I need it, but I may even start my next book the day after this one ends, it will be titled The Lies Of A Marriage, and I hope you all will consider reading it! I posted a teaser on my profile if y'all are interested! This has been an amazing ride, and I really hope you'll enjoy the ending that I have planned out. Have a great day/night lovelies!}