His brows furrowed in frustration. "You keep tensing up and it's making me lose my grip."
I was tensing up because I didn't trust him. It didn't take a genius to know that.
I hadn't been used to falling in a while.
"You need to relax." He said looki...
A/N: Here's the epilogue I promised. I didn't want to write one at first because it makes me sad that I'm officially done. Anyway, thank you guys for all your love in the last chapter. This one is going to be super short by the way. I figured I'd make it short and simple. One more for the road.
Warning: this chapter deals with grief and mentions death
Jax's POV
5 years later
Sometime Early June
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I rubbed my beard, leaning my elbows on my desk. In my right hand, I held a photograph. It was worn at the edges from all of the time it had spent stuffed in my wallet.
It was the two of us, smiling, happiness apparent on our faces. It had been so long since then and my chest tightened at the sight of it. Gosh, I missed her.
It was easy to pretend as though we'd have forever. She was always there. Everything was so simple then.
It'd been a year since she had died. A fucking year.
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
We tried to think her disease wouldn't catch up to her. That she was lucky and that we'd make it through. But life doesn't work like that.
I covered my mouth with my hand, clenching my jaw to keep from crying. It was hard not to think about her now.
It was summer so everything reminded me of her. The memories...they left afterimages in my mind.
I heard a knock at the door and cleared my throat, stuffing the picture in my back pocket. "Come in."
The door opened and Scarlet walked in, a weak smile on her face.
I leaned back in my desk chair and sighed, feeling the exhaustion weigh me down.
Her red hair was pulled into a ponytail and she walked over in her yoga pants and long-sleeve blue tank. Without saying a word I stood and she pulled me into her arms.
My chin found the crook of her neck and I closed my eyes. She held onto me tightly and our embrace felt grounding.
"I miss her too," She whispered softly. "Always."
I nodded silently feeling a lump form in my throat.
"She would've been so proud of you," She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck and I sighed into her shoulder. Her hugs were always the best. "You found what you truly loved and share it with all of those kids out there."
I chuckled in her embrace and we both swayed at bit. "Even though I feel like I'm spinning out of control."
She chuckled, tightening her grip on me. "Yes, even though."
