A Game of Colours

Chapter 29: Till Death do us Part

Hey guys...so you've probably noticed, but the story will be taking a darker turn from this point on. We're nearing the end of the book, and I hope you stay patient with me (as school doesn't end for me for another three weeks :((() but I'm working really hard on getting these chapters out.

Your comments are amazing-I love you all so much!! :)

Thank you for reading. Seriously. This book started out as a short story, and I wouldn't have gotten here without each one of you.

***FLASHBACK***

"And lastly, for attempted murder, assault, holding fugitives, perjury, and running from the law, I am delighted to announce that the court has sentenced Jarrah Whitley to death."

Twenty one years is a long time.

For me, it's a lifetime.

I've only spent a year of it with Jarrah.

And yet, it feels like I've known him forever.

To see him standing there, so vulnerable.

Faceless.

He's too far.

I can't even watch him die.

I don't know if I want to.

Perhaps it's easier.

Just to hear the neck snap.

Or the audience cheer.

Maybe that's why they do it.

To cover the sound of death.

But you can't hide it.

It's in your own mind.

The crowd is a machine.

Input instructions.

Output result.

Announce death.

Cheer.

Next.

But

they don't know Jarrah.

Where they see a criminal.

I see the most amazing person I've ever met.

He might have done some wrong things in his life

But damn

So many more

done right.

And I'll never talk to him again.

What were his last words to me?

He probably laughed.

He loves to laugh.

God, I love him.

Did I know it before?

Probably.

Did I admit it?

Never.

And now?

He's over there-and I'm over here.

So close and yet so far away.

Seperated by a crowd of people

That shouldn't be here.

They don't care-

Why should they get to see him

So close-

they can probably smell his musty scent

Or run their hands through his sandy coloured hair.

His eyes, piercing green as always,