[Jasey's POV]
I woke up that night in a mess of sweat and tears. Vivid dreams kept coming back to me, they seemed like distant memories though I had no recollection of any of it. Sitting in the Spitfire's dressing room. Hearing the news that Mickey was gone. Falling onto the ground in a heap of tears. Taylor falling next to me. It was a blur. But a vivid blur.
I clenched onto my bed, I felt sick. I couldn't keep a grasp onto what was real and what wasn't. What seemed like yesterday was actually over a year and half ago. Now matter how hard I tried to think back, or forward for that matter, nothing would come to me. I was terrified. I couldn't even look at Taylor, he looked so sad, like a part of him was gone, and a part of me was missing too, and it wasn't just Mickey, it was something else, something I couldn't remember.
[Taylor's POV]
How could I even begin to explain to her everything that had happened over the past year? It was impossible, we had gone through too much.
I laced up my skates and pulled my jersey over my head before stepping onto the ice for the Memorial Cup final. How could I focus on this game when there was so much more I had to worry about? When the was Jasey to worry about.
The entire game was a daze, I was playing my normal game, but my mind was somewhere else, it was a daze. Before I knew it I had the Memorial Cup in my hand and the boys were pulling out the Renaud jersey to celebrate in the picture. Flashes were going off everywhere, but I could only focus on one thing. Making sure everything got set back to the way it was a month ago, Jasey smiling again, my hand wrapped tightly around hers.
I wasn't going to stop. Ever.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, December 3, 2010
Oh, how I'm breaking down - Twenty
After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finally came and spoke to me.
"She has long term amnesia. She doesn't remember anything dating up to about a year and a half ago, she took a serious bump to the head on that plane. She's lucky to be alive." The doctor said as he looked over his test results, "Now, her memory may clear up a bit after she's back on her feet, but I wouldn't count on it."
"Thank you, sir." I said nodding my head slightly. "Can I go see her? There's a few things I need to explain to her."
"Go ahead" the doctor said and nodded in the direction of her room.
I slid the glass door open quietly, and saw Jasey lying down with tears in her eyes, terrified.
"Taylor, thank god you're here!" She said jumping into my arms, punchering a hole in my heart. "Please, please tell me what's going on."
"You have amnesia, Rae" I say, as tears begin to fall from my eyes, "the doctor said it dates back a year and a half ago"
She looked immensly confused, and I could tell a part of her was breaking.
"Theres something really important I need to tell you Jasey." I said, grabbing her hand and holding onto it my my dear life.
She was almost too shocked to speak, but she managed to quietly utter out: "What is it?" in a voice barely above a whisper.
"About a year ago.." I paused and squeezed her hand even tighter, "Mickey.. we he.." I couldn't say it. I couldn't make her hurt all over again.
"He what Taylor?!" She said, her breath getting faster and faster as her eyes welled up with more tears. I couldn't do this to her. "Taylor!"
"He had a heart attack."
Her eyes widened and now both of us were in full on tears. She leaned her head on my shoulder as loud screams and cries escaped her delicate mouth. All I could do was cry back and rub circles on her palms. I felt completely and utterly useless, and the girl I loved was shot straight back into her depression.
"She has long term amnesia. She doesn't remember anything dating up to about a year and a half ago, she took a serious bump to the head on that plane. She's lucky to be alive." The doctor said as he looked over his test results, "Now, her memory may clear up a bit after she's back on her feet, but I wouldn't count on it."
"Thank you, sir." I said nodding my head slightly. "Can I go see her? There's a few things I need to explain to her."
"Go ahead" the doctor said and nodded in the direction of her room.
I slid the glass door open quietly, and saw Jasey lying down with tears in her eyes, terrified.
"Taylor, thank god you're here!" She said jumping into my arms, punchering a hole in my heart. "Please, please tell me what's going on."
"You have amnesia, Rae" I say, as tears begin to fall from my eyes, "the doctor said it dates back a year and a half ago"
She looked immensly confused, and I could tell a part of her was breaking.
"Theres something really important I need to tell you Jasey." I said, grabbing her hand and holding onto it my my dear life.
She was almost too shocked to speak, but she managed to quietly utter out: "What is it?" in a voice barely above a whisper.
"About a year ago.." I paused and squeezed her hand even tighter, "Mickey.. we he.." I couldn't say it. I couldn't make her hurt all over again.
"He what Taylor?!" She said, her breath getting faster and faster as her eyes welled up with more tears. I couldn't do this to her. "Taylor!"
"He had a heart attack."
Her eyes widened and now both of us were in full on tears. She leaned her head on my shoulder as loud screams and cries escaped her delicate mouth. All I could do was cry back and rub circles on her palms. I felt completely and utterly useless, and the girl I loved was shot straight back into her depression.
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
As if the great divide could swallow me whole - Nineteen
[Jasey's P.O.V]
I woke up to the blur of fluorescent hospital lights shining strongly onto my face, making my head throb awfully. My arm was attached to an IV and I had oxygen tubes attached to my nostril. I put my hand to my cheek and felt a giant scrape that surprised me and made me jump a little in my bed.
How the fuck did I end up here? And where was here? I tried to think back, but it was like a black hole was imprinted into my memory. All I wanted was to see Mickey, to hug him and let him know that I was okay. He must be so worried about me.
As I straightened myself up in my hospital bed, I saw Taylor run through the doors with a nurse right behind him with a hesitant and annoyed look on her face.
"Fuck," he said as he looked at me before grabbing my hand a little too affectionately, making a frown appear on my face, "Thank God you're okay."
"Taylor what happened? Where's Mickey?" I asked, completely lost and almost scared.
Shock came accross Taylor's face and he looked crestfallen. I didn't understand, I looked back and forth from him and the nurse frantically trying to piece together what couldve happened to me.
[Taylor's P.O.V]
As soon as she asked me where Mickey was it hit me like a bus. She didn't remember anything. The past year was wiped from her memory. I looked at the nurse in panic, told Jasey I would be right back, and let go of her hand, leaving her there with the most lost expression on her face.
"Have you done tests on her yet?" I asked the nurse while we were out in the hallway.
"Not yet, Mr. Hall." The nurse looked dismayed, "She seems to just have woken up from her coma, we'll start running tests as soon as possible."
"I think she may have lost her memory." I said shortly, a huge sigh escaping my lips as I felt them tremble. She can't go through all this with Mickey again. She was just starting to get back up on her feet.
"Oh dear." The nurse looked around uncomfortably, "I'll get a doctor to check her out immediately, for now please take a seat in the waiting room, we'll let you know as soon as we have the results.
Tears were starting to prominently form in my eyes as I looked back through the glass door at the love of my life looking hopeless and confused in her hospital bed, all hooked up to these machines like some sort of science experiment.
She didn't remember. She didn't remember everything I had helped her through, how happy we were for a little while, me telling her I love her. None of it. All that we fought through together. The thing that crushed me the most was she didn't remember how much I cared.
I felt my heart shattering as I turned away from the room and headed to the waiting room where I would sit and wait for hours until news finally came.
I woke up to the blur of fluorescent hospital lights shining strongly onto my face, making my head throb awfully. My arm was attached to an IV and I had oxygen tubes attached to my nostril. I put my hand to my cheek and felt a giant scrape that surprised me and made me jump a little in my bed.
How the fuck did I end up here? And where was here? I tried to think back, but it was like a black hole was imprinted into my memory. All I wanted was to see Mickey, to hug him and let him know that I was okay. He must be so worried about me.
As I straightened myself up in my hospital bed, I saw Taylor run through the doors with a nurse right behind him with a hesitant and annoyed look on her face.
"Fuck," he said as he looked at me before grabbing my hand a little too affectionately, making a frown appear on my face, "Thank God you're okay."
"Taylor what happened? Where's Mickey?" I asked, completely lost and almost scared.
Shock came accross Taylor's face and he looked crestfallen. I didn't understand, I looked back and forth from him and the nurse frantically trying to piece together what couldve happened to me.
[Taylor's P.O.V]
As soon as she asked me where Mickey was it hit me like a bus. She didn't remember anything. The past year was wiped from her memory. I looked at the nurse in panic, told Jasey I would be right back, and let go of her hand, leaving her there with the most lost expression on her face.
"Have you done tests on her yet?" I asked the nurse while we were out in the hallway.
"Not yet, Mr. Hall." The nurse looked dismayed, "She seems to just have woken up from her coma, we'll start running tests as soon as possible."
"I think she may have lost her memory." I said shortly, a huge sigh escaping my lips as I felt them tremble. She can't go through all this with Mickey again. She was just starting to get back up on her feet.
"Oh dear." The nurse looked around uncomfortably, "I'll get a doctor to check her out immediately, for now please take a seat in the waiting room, we'll let you know as soon as we have the results.
Tears were starting to prominently form in my eyes as I looked back through the glass door at the love of my life looking hopeless and confused in her hospital bed, all hooked up to these machines like some sort of science experiment.
She didn't remember. She didn't remember everything I had helped her through, how happy we were for a little while, me telling her I love her. None of it. All that we fought through together. The thing that crushed me the most was she didn't remember how much I cared.
I felt my heart shattering as I turned away from the room and headed to the waiting room where I would sit and wait for hours until news finally came.
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Friday, August 20, 2010
Madness Fills my Heart and Soul - Eighteen
{Taylor's P.O.V}
As the cab pulls up to l'Hopitale Generale de les Champs, I feel my throat tighten. The long ride to the hospital was agonizing, the kinds of thoughts that were running through my mind were slowly killing me. If she was dead... I couldn't even begin to think. Jasey Rae was everything important to me right now, and if I had to give up my hockey career and the Memorial Cup to make sure she was okay, I would. In a heartbeat. I thanked the cabbie sincerely, and threw him just over 500 dollars. I didn't really have the money right now, but it didn't matter.
I basically sprinted to the Emergency Room, and by the time I was at the front desk, I was out of breath.
"Hi," I said, breathlessly.
"How can I help you today," the receptionist says, peering over her glasses.
"My name's Taylor Hall. I'm looking for Jasey Rae Carmichael? She was a part of the plane crash that happened around here earlier."
"Let me just make a call to the trauma sector, they'll let me know. One minute please." She said, nodding towards the waiting area.
I plopped myself down on one of the chairs and sat silently for what felt like hours before a doctor came.
"Taylor Hall?" They asked, standing in front of me as I got up to my feet.
"Yeah, that's me." I responded, starting to get more and more nervous. I just wanted her to be okay.
"Please follow me." the doctor said, and I followed her through two bog plastic doors marked "Trauma" and into an elevator up to the third floor.
"She's right in there." the doctor said, half smiling.
I walked in and saw Jasey, asleep, all hooked up to different IVs looking paler and weaker than ever.
I rushed to her side, and grabbed her hand so tightly that it woke her up and tears began flowing down my cheeks.
"Jasey." I said, kissing her hand and squeezing it tighter.
"Taylor..." she said weakly, still half asleep. "What happened? Where's Mickey?"
As the cab pulls up to l'Hopitale Generale de les Champs, I feel my throat tighten. The long ride to the hospital was agonizing, the kinds of thoughts that were running through my mind were slowly killing me. If she was dead... I couldn't even begin to think. Jasey Rae was everything important to me right now, and if I had to give up my hockey career and the Memorial Cup to make sure she was okay, I would. In a heartbeat. I thanked the cabbie sincerely, and threw him just over 500 dollars. I didn't really have the money right now, but it didn't matter.
I basically sprinted to the Emergency Room, and by the time I was at the front desk, I was out of breath.
"Hi," I said, breathlessly.
"How can I help you today," the receptionist says, peering over her glasses.
"My name's Taylor Hall. I'm looking for Jasey Rae Carmichael? She was a part of the plane crash that happened around here earlier."
"Let me just make a call to the trauma sector, they'll let me know. One minute please." She said, nodding towards the waiting area.
I plopped myself down on one of the chairs and sat silently for what felt like hours before a doctor came.
"Taylor Hall?" They asked, standing in front of me as I got up to my feet.
"Yeah, that's me." I responded, starting to get more and more nervous. I just wanted her to be okay.
"Please follow me." the doctor said, and I followed her through two bog plastic doors marked "Trauma" and into an elevator up to the third floor.
"She's right in there." the doctor said, half smiling.
I walked in and saw Jasey, asleep, all hooked up to different IVs looking paler and weaker than ever.
I rushed to her side, and grabbed her hand so tightly that it woke her up and tears began flowing down my cheeks.
"Jasey." I said, kissing her hand and squeezing it tighter.
"Taylor..." she said weakly, still half asleep. "What happened? Where's Mickey?"
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Constantly Changing From Calm to Hell - Seventeen
{Taylor's P.O.V}
It had been almost two hours since I had landed, and Jasey was still no where to be seen. I paced back and forth through baggage claim trying to take my mind off of the thousands of awful thoughts that were swarming my mind. I'm sure the flight was just delayed or something. I tried to convince myself, sitting down on a bench and staring at my watch for the 60th time in the past three minutes.
"Hey man, bus is leaving for the hotel now, you coming with?" My teammate Kenny Ryan said, patting me on the shoulder.
"Nah, you guys go without me, tell Coach I'll take a cab, alright?" I said, getting up. "I'm gonna head over to Services and see if they have any news on Jasey's flight."
"Kay, take it easy buddy, I'm sure she's fine." Kenny says, half smiling at me then taking off.
I approach the counter, and grab the attention of a 50-something looking woman who's name tag reads Carol.
"What can I do for you sweetheart?" She says, and gives me a smile.
"Hi, I just wanted to inquire about a flight?" I say, letting out another sigh, "My girlfriends on it, and it was supposed to arrive over two hours ago, there's no information on the board."
"Would that possibly be the flight coming in from Windsor?" She suddenly looked concerned, making my heart skip a few beats.
"Yes.." I say slowly, bracing myself.
"I'm sorry, that flight had to make an emergency landing about half an hour away from Quebec City. Awful turbulence." She shook her head.
"Is anyone hurt?!" I panicked, thinking of Jasey somewhere in a hospital alone.
"The report said there had been some severe injuries, but nothing else has been released." She smiled weakly at me, slipping me a piece of paper. "Here's the address of the hospital everybody's at."
"Thank you so much," I say, my voice quivering.
I bolt from the desk and to where all the taxi's were lined up outside. I hopped into the backseat of the first one I saw, throwing my suitcase and hockey bag next to me.
"I need to go to 112 rue de les Champs. It's the General Hospital in Quebec City." I say quickly.
"Quebec City?! That's at least a two hour drive from here. I'm sorry, can't take you there." The cabbie says, shrugging.
"Look, sir, my girlfriend was just in a plane crash, and all I really need to know is that she's okay. She needs to be okay. I've already lost one person important to me this year, I rather not lose another one, so can you please just go? I triple whatever the fare is." I manage to spit out all in one breath.
"Ahh, I guess I can make an exception. For love right?" The cabbie says as he begins to pull out of the airport, and on to the highway.
For love... It was going to be a fucking long cab ride.
It had been almost two hours since I had landed, and Jasey was still no where to be seen. I paced back and forth through baggage claim trying to take my mind off of the thousands of awful thoughts that were swarming my mind. I'm sure the flight was just delayed or something. I tried to convince myself, sitting down on a bench and staring at my watch for the 60th time in the past three minutes.
"Hey man, bus is leaving for the hotel now, you coming with?" My teammate Kenny Ryan said, patting me on the shoulder.
"Nah, you guys go without me, tell Coach I'll take a cab, alright?" I said, getting up. "I'm gonna head over to Services and see if they have any news on Jasey's flight."
"Kay, take it easy buddy, I'm sure she's fine." Kenny says, half smiling at me then taking off.
I approach the counter, and grab the attention of a 50-something looking woman who's name tag reads Carol.
"What can I do for you sweetheart?" She says, and gives me a smile.
"Hi, I just wanted to inquire about a flight?" I say, letting out another sigh, "My girlfriends on it, and it was supposed to arrive over two hours ago, there's no information on the board."
"Would that possibly be the flight coming in from Windsor?" She suddenly looked concerned, making my heart skip a few beats.
"Yes.." I say slowly, bracing myself.
"I'm sorry, that flight had to make an emergency landing about half an hour away from Quebec City. Awful turbulence." She shook her head.
"Is anyone hurt?!" I panicked, thinking of Jasey somewhere in a hospital alone.
"The report said there had been some severe injuries, but nothing else has been released." She smiled weakly at me, slipping me a piece of paper. "Here's the address of the hospital everybody's at."
"Thank you so much," I say, my voice quivering.
I bolt from the desk and to where all the taxi's were lined up outside. I hopped into the backseat of the first one I saw, throwing my suitcase and hockey bag next to me.
"I need to go to 112 rue de les Champs. It's the General Hospital in Quebec City." I say quickly.
"Quebec City?! That's at least a two hour drive from here. I'm sorry, can't take you there." The cabbie says, shrugging.
"Look, sir, my girlfriend was just in a plane crash, and all I really need to know is that she's okay. She needs to be okay. I've already lost one person important to me this year, I rather not lose another one, so can you please just go? I triple whatever the fare is." I manage to spit out all in one breath.
"Ahh, I guess I can make an exception. For love right?" The cabbie says as he begins to pull out of the airport, and on to the highway.
For love... It was going to be a fucking long cab ride.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Like the Sea - Sixteen
I was still shaky as we headed to the front desk to check in for our flight. As the lady ran our information through the computer, I took a minute to examine the ring. It wasn't anything too elaborate, seeing as Mickey didn't have much money yet. It was one sparkling diamond, set on top of a silver band. It was simple. It was gorgeous. Taylor squeezed my hand as the stewardess typed furiously on the computer, with a look of frustration planted on her face.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking up at us apologetically, "There seems to have been an error in our system. Ms. Carmichael, I'm going to have to put you on a later flight."
"There's no way you can fit us both on one flight?" Taylor asked, disappointed.
"No, I'm sorry, both flights are now booked." She said as she printed off our tickets. "There's only an hour delay in between the flights, so you shouldn't be arriving in Rimouski much later than Mr. Hall."
"It's okay." I said, smiling reassuringly to Taylor.
"Will you be alright?" Taylor asked, clearly concerned.
"I'll be fine!" I laughed, "I've been on a plane before."
"Okay." Taylor said kissing the top of my head, still obviously worried. "I'll see you when you land, alright?"
"Of course." I say, standing up on my tippy-toes to give Taylor a quick kiss.
"Have a safe flight, okay?" Taylor said, kissing me again.
"Thanks," I blush, "You too."
As Taylor headed to his gate to board his plane, I found a seat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. Before I knew it, my flight was being announced, and I was told to go board the plane. I found my seat in the plane, and drifted off to sleep, only to be awaken an hour later, by intense shaking. The seat-belt sign had flashed on, and the pilot was making an announcement.
"We are going to be hitting some extreme turbulence, everybody remain calm, and stay in your seats."
I gripped tightly onto my arm rest, and felt the plane lunge forwards. My stomach was doing somersaults, and my legs were trembling. Was this it? Was this plane going to crash, and that would be the end of me? The overhead compartments were rattling, and the plane lights kept flickering on and off. I heard a droning sound, and suddenly all the plane lights were off, and the emergency lights have been turned on. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would be okay. I held on tighter to the arm rests, and let out a cry as I felt the plane drop again. The compartments were now open, and luggage was falling all over the place. I screamed as I saw something fall out of the compartment, I felt it hit my head hard, making it throb then everything went black.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking up at us apologetically, "There seems to have been an error in our system. Ms. Carmichael, I'm going to have to put you on a later flight."
"There's no way you can fit us both on one flight?" Taylor asked, disappointed.
"No, I'm sorry, both flights are now booked." She said as she printed off our tickets. "There's only an hour delay in between the flights, so you shouldn't be arriving in Rimouski much later than Mr. Hall."
"It's okay." I said, smiling reassuringly to Taylor.
"Will you be alright?" Taylor asked, clearly concerned.
"I'll be fine!" I laughed, "I've been on a plane before."
"Okay." Taylor said kissing the top of my head, still obviously worried. "I'll see you when you land, alright?"
"Of course." I say, standing up on my tippy-toes to give Taylor a quick kiss.
"Have a safe flight, okay?" Taylor said, kissing me again.
"Thanks," I blush, "You too."
As Taylor headed to his gate to board his plane, I found a seat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. Before I knew it, my flight was being announced, and I was told to go board the plane. I found my seat in the plane, and drifted off to sleep, only to be awaken an hour later, by intense shaking. The seat-belt sign had flashed on, and the pilot was making an announcement.
"We are going to be hitting some extreme turbulence, everybody remain calm, and stay in your seats."
I gripped tightly onto my arm rest, and felt the plane lunge forwards. My stomach was doing somersaults, and my legs were trembling. Was this it? Was this plane going to crash, and that would be the end of me? The overhead compartments were rattling, and the plane lights kept flickering on and off. I heard a droning sound, and suddenly all the plane lights were off, and the emergency lights have been turned on. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would be okay. I held on tighter to the arm rests, and let out a cry as I felt the plane drop again. The compartments were now open, and luggage was falling all over the place. I screamed as I saw something fall out of the compartment, I felt it hit my head hard, making it throb then everything went black.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
I've Become a Simple Souvenir of Someone's Kill - Fifteen
After hazily hopping into the shower together, I zipped up my suitcase and waited at my door for Taylor. He emerged from the washroom, grinning at me and making my heart pound in my chest. God, he was beautiful. Every girl in Windsor would kill to be with him, and he chose me. For some inconceivable reason, he chose broken-down me.
He jestured to his back suggestively, and I hopped on and laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned his head slightly so he could see me out of the corner of his eye, and winked at me, before carrying me and my suitcase out of my place, dropping me off carefully in the front seat of his car.
"Does Coach know that I'm going to accompanying you to the Finals?" I asked as Taylor started the car, and backed out of my driveway.
"Nope." Taylor said, chuckling a bit, "He said no girlfriends on the trip, I'm gonna have to sneak you around."
"Sounds like an adventure to me," I laughed.
We parked the car in the airport parking, and wheeled our suitcases onto the main floor, to check our bags. As we were waiting in line, I thought saw a familiar face, and froze. I tensed up and stood still, feeling my breath get caught up in my throat. It couldn't be. Standing fifteen feet away from me, I thought I saw Mickey. I clasped my mouth and gasped, as I shook my head, getting Taylor's attention.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, concerned, taking my hand and facing me.
"Mickey..." was all I managed to say before running up to the man, only to see that it wasn't Mickey, it was in fact his older brother, David.
"Oh god, David." I said, sighing disappointed.
"Jasey Rae." David said, staring at me bewildered.
"Sorry, you look so much like your brother. I thought..." I trailed off, and David pulled me into a hug.
"How are you holding up?" he asked, continuing to stare at me curiously.
"Better." I said forcing a smile. It was scary how similar they looked. They had the same big blue eyes and messy blonde hair, always tucked under a hat. Their cheeks were the same slightly rosy color, and they both had the same defiant nose. It was like he was right in front of me. I reached out and touched David's face, tracing the same bone structure that Mickey had.
"You look so much like him," I repeated, beggining to tear up. Only to feel Taylor's reassuring hand on my shoulder seconds later.
"Taylor," David said, nodding at him.
"Hows it going man?" Taylor asked, shaking hand with him.
"Its been rough. Especially around the family," He said, shaking his head. "Thought I'd get out of Windsor for a bit, cheer on you guys in the finals."
"We apprecaite it, bud." Taylor said, massaging my shoulders as I began to shake. The ressemblance was terrifying.
"Jasey," David said, pulling something out of his suitcase. "Mick was going to give this to you before he died, he gave it to me to hold onto because he was afraid you'd find it." He handed me a tiny black velvet box, and I began to choke up.
"What is this?" I whispered, rubbing the box.
"Open it." David said sighing.
I flipped the box open, and inside lay a tiny diamond ring, all done up in silver. I clasped my mouth and began breathig harder, as tears fell out of my eyes.
I picked up the ring, and saw engraved on the inside the words "Save my life" and the numbers 18.07.06. The day we met, and words to his favorite song. I was shaking viciously, as Taylor pulled me towards him, and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
Mickey was going to propose. I wouldve said yes. If he hadn't died, I wouldve been engaged to him. It was too much for me, I held onto Taylor for my life, slipped the ring onto my ring finger, and cried.
I heard half of a scream escape my mouth, and then the sounds of Taylor whispering in my ear that he loved me.
"I'll always be here for you," Taylor whispered, kissing my head as the tears keep pouring.
"Ill never let you go."
He jestured to his back suggestively, and I hopped on and laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned his head slightly so he could see me out of the corner of his eye, and winked at me, before carrying me and my suitcase out of my place, dropping me off carefully in the front seat of his car.
"Does Coach know that I'm going to accompanying you to the Finals?" I asked as Taylor started the car, and backed out of my driveway.
"Nope." Taylor said, chuckling a bit, "He said no girlfriends on the trip, I'm gonna have to sneak you around."
"Sounds like an adventure to me," I laughed.
We parked the car in the airport parking, and wheeled our suitcases onto the main floor, to check our bags. As we were waiting in line, I thought saw a familiar face, and froze. I tensed up and stood still, feeling my breath get caught up in my throat. It couldn't be. Standing fifteen feet away from me, I thought I saw Mickey. I clasped my mouth and gasped, as I shook my head, getting Taylor's attention.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, concerned, taking my hand and facing me.
"Mickey..." was all I managed to say before running up to the man, only to see that it wasn't Mickey, it was in fact his older brother, David.
"Oh god, David." I said, sighing disappointed.
"Jasey Rae." David said, staring at me bewildered.
"Sorry, you look so much like your brother. I thought..." I trailed off, and David pulled me into a hug.
"How are you holding up?" he asked, continuing to stare at me curiously.
"Better." I said forcing a smile. It was scary how similar they looked. They had the same big blue eyes and messy blonde hair, always tucked under a hat. Their cheeks were the same slightly rosy color, and they both had the same defiant nose. It was like he was right in front of me. I reached out and touched David's face, tracing the same bone structure that Mickey had.
"You look so much like him," I repeated, beggining to tear up. Only to feel Taylor's reassuring hand on my shoulder seconds later.
"Taylor," David said, nodding at him.
"Hows it going man?" Taylor asked, shaking hand with him.
"Its been rough. Especially around the family," He said, shaking his head. "Thought I'd get out of Windsor for a bit, cheer on you guys in the finals."
"We apprecaite it, bud." Taylor said, massaging my shoulders as I began to shake. The ressemblance was terrifying.
"Jasey," David said, pulling something out of his suitcase. "Mick was going to give this to you before he died, he gave it to me to hold onto because he was afraid you'd find it." He handed me a tiny black velvet box, and I began to choke up.
"What is this?" I whispered, rubbing the box.
"Open it." David said sighing.
I flipped the box open, and inside lay a tiny diamond ring, all done up in silver. I clasped my mouth and began breathig harder, as tears fell out of my eyes.
I picked up the ring, and saw engraved on the inside the words "Save my life" and the numbers 18.07.06. The day we met, and words to his favorite song. I was shaking viciously, as Taylor pulled me towards him, and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
Mickey was going to propose. I wouldve said yes. If he hadn't died, I wouldve been engaged to him. It was too much for me, I held onto Taylor for my life, slipped the ring onto my ring finger, and cried.
I heard half of a scream escape my mouth, and then the sounds of Taylor whispering in my ear that he loved me.
"I'll always be here for you," Taylor whispered, kissing my head as the tears keep pouring.
"Ill never let you go."
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