Chased by the Past
I'll fix you with love (Alex POV)
I had noticed Zack and Eric getting closer. I was worried because of it, after all, Zack was in a relationship with Rian, and maybe this all was just a stupid thing to help him cope. But when they started having coffee every day, occasionally holding hands and getting lost in each other’s eyes, I realized it was more than just a crush. It was a deep emotional bond, and I knew, the situation between Zack and Rian would never be the same if Rian woke up.
Me and Jack had decided to move in together, and we had already found our dream house. It was a tiny cottage on the coast of Baltimore, the beach only 10 minutes away, with a garden that looked like it was straight out of a fairy tale. There was a little river on the backside of the house and it was big enough for if we ever decided to have kids.
We bought it after a week of discussing it, and we moved in right away. It was adorable, with a fireplace. I invited Zack to come over and he did. He even smiled a little when he looked around the garden and made us promise that he would be allowed to do some garden work. I know Zack doesn’t seem like the type for it, but he actually loves gardening, and he is really good at it.
He started on the day after we had allowed him to get the garden, or as we called it, the “Jardin de rêves”, in shape. It was so precious to see him smile sometimes.
Jack was having a hard time coping with Rian being in a coma. He ate less and started running. I tried to get him to eat, but it just made everything worse if I tried to help him. At night he had nightmares and sometimes cried in his sleep.
It seemed like everything that had been so perfect was falling apart. Zack falling for Eric, Jack getting worse, and even I was not able to hold up my semi-happy façade at all times.
But there was something still giving me hope. It was our fans. They weren’t their usually exhilarated selves, they were rather quiet and did their best to let us recover. We received many many presents, and one was my favourite, I kept it with me at all times.
It was really simple, but it had a meaning. It was a thumb-sized, carved piece of driftwood, made by a girl named Elisabeth. She had sent it accompanied by a letter.
“Dear Alex,
I want you to have this piece of driftwood I carved myself. I found it on the shore of South-England. I think it is something special because it once was a tree, that grew, but one day it fell. It got into the ocean and probably travelled thousands of miles, and I transformed it into something else. This piece of wood has a story, and I am sure it wasn’t always easy for it, but now, in the end, it is something beautiful. I believe that every human’s story is somewhat similar in terms of falling, going through things, only to end up stronger and more beautiful.
I hope you like it.
Yours,
Elisabeth”
I was genuinely moved by this, and I replied to her letter, thanking her a lot.
Me and Jack had decided to move in together, and we had already found our dream house. It was a tiny cottage on the coast of Baltimore, the beach only 10 minutes away, with a garden that looked like it was straight out of a fairy tale. There was a little river on the backside of the house and it was big enough for if we ever decided to have kids.
We bought it after a week of discussing it, and we moved in right away. It was adorable, with a fireplace. I invited Zack to come over and he did. He even smiled a little when he looked around the garden and made us promise that he would be allowed to do some garden work. I know Zack doesn’t seem like the type for it, but he actually loves gardening, and he is really good at it.
He started on the day after we had allowed him to get the garden, or as we called it, the “Jardin de rêves”, in shape. It was so precious to see him smile sometimes.
Jack was having a hard time coping with Rian being in a coma. He ate less and started running. I tried to get him to eat, but it just made everything worse if I tried to help him. At night he had nightmares and sometimes cried in his sleep.
It seemed like everything that had been so perfect was falling apart. Zack falling for Eric, Jack getting worse, and even I was not able to hold up my semi-happy façade at all times.
But there was something still giving me hope. It was our fans. They weren’t their usually exhilarated selves, they were rather quiet and did their best to let us recover. We received many many presents, and one was my favourite, I kept it with me at all times.
It was really simple, but it had a meaning. It was a thumb-sized, carved piece of driftwood, made by a girl named Elisabeth. She had sent it accompanied by a letter.
“Dear Alex,
I want you to have this piece of driftwood I carved myself. I found it on the shore of South-England. I think it is something special because it once was a tree, that grew, but one day it fell. It got into the ocean and probably travelled thousands of miles, and I transformed it into something else. This piece of wood has a story, and I am sure it wasn’t always easy for it, but now, in the end, it is something beautiful. I believe that every human’s story is somewhat similar in terms of falling, going through things, only to end up stronger and more beautiful.
I hope you like it.
Yours,
Elisabeth”
I was genuinely moved by this, and I replied to her letter, thanking her a lot.
@captainanalbead
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4/18/14