"Get out." Jay yelled on top of his lungs."my house is not welcomed by cheaters- now get the hell out."
Those were the astrophysicist words you heard before Jay kicked you out from your shared house.
The minute you stormed out of that door, on his orders, he had sealed your fate.
A wave of pain washed over your body as you heard these words. Opening your mouth, you went to reply, but suddenly it became all too much for you to handle. The emotional pain you were feeling was unbearable- your breath was caught in your throat and suddenly you felt the air was out of you.
A stray tear dropped down your face just as you sniffled. As the reality of his words sunk in, you let out a sob while your body violently shook.
A horn sound and Jay's screaming was what you heard in the next seconds-yelling at you to dodge the drunk driver that had failed to stop.
Everything happened fast, letting you remember Jay's face before your vision turned black.
“Y/N,” Jay called out to you softly, the gentle breeze of the wind carrying his voice as he walked closer to the tree in soft steps.
His breath is caught in his throat, face dropping into mild shock before tears filled his eyes and face. A rain of pain clouded his vision and mind.
All he could see was your eyes were open, yet lifeless. He couldn't see anything other than blood.
You were just walking the streets.
He just couldn’t get it out of his head. The face you had made when he called you a “ a cheater.”
It rang his head again and again. That was last word you said to him.
He couldn’t forget the absolute pain and betrayal in your eyes as you looked at him back trying to make him understand that it was a misunderstanding.
“No, no, no, it’s a dream, a nightmare,” his attire is getting dirtied by your blood like a red venom crawling up his throat while sitting on his knees hugging you close. The love of his life was gone.
“A dream,” as if willing himself to fall asleep and wake up next to you in bed.
It was all too much. Jay couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t live with what he had done. Maybe if he hadn’t opened his mouth. Maybe if he had chased after you.
He chokes back a sob. “Y/N, don’t do this, this a nightamre and you are going tp wake up- I know” Jay said grabbing your hair from behind and letting some hair aside away from your face. But your bloody crimson face was what welcomed his sight.
"It's just a nightmare, and we are going to wake up together all cuddled in bed right?" Jay settled smiling a little but in a hysterical way.
Brushing your hair on your face, he continued to say sweet things, "I love you know that, and I know you love me too." He said talking to the dead soul between his arms.
"C'mon wake up."He continued to shake you but no response was taken.
how could things happen so fast? He didn’t mean for you to go away like this, he only wanted some time alone, not an eternity without you.
There was nothing anyone could do, including him. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t give you the life that had been robbed from you.
And why did he not sense it earlier? He should have.
All he could do was hold your hand, whispering sweet lies of how you were going to see the world one day, but it will never happen. "Wake up- we still have dreams to make real, you remember our promises? Umm?"
We still have to get married.
Having three children, preferably two girls and one guy.
Building and designing our own house.
We should spend our honeymoon in Paris as you wished since you were a little girl.
The hole in his heart is intense, and that's because you never get to wake up.
