reckless abandon | {wade/jane} blitz

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you

The ocean is kinder,

— than the institute, than the disease that's slowly killing Wade from the inside out; than Jane's own hands. Her fingers curl against the cold sand beneath her, the sea washes across her feet in warm waves. Her callouses ache, and her blisters sting, but she's smiling. She's at peace. There's no denying that in this moment she's alive.

She turns to face Wade, a strand of hair blowing across her face. So is he. The stars flicker into existence, and he does the same. He's a candle in a hurricane and he's fading fast; he's never been brighter. 'If the night sky were a boy,' Jane thinks to herself, 'it would be him.' She takes his hand like she's afraid he'll disappear.

( Girls like her have no fear. )

It's not in her nature to handle fragile things with care. When he speaks, she roots herself to every word. "Anywhere I go, you're always welcome," and then — and then — and then adventure. Every breath is a promise, every movement is a risk. They're already living on borrowed time. She's been searching for her Dan all these years.

"Wade," and she's stunned for a second, holding him even tighter. "Let's do it. You know that I'm up for anything."

Moving closer, she looks into his eyes like it couldn't possibly be the last time. She wills these minutes, these hours, to become the lifetime they were never meant to have.

"And you're not dying, not yet. There's still so much we have to do."

Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me

words: 254
table: dars
song: leaving on a jet plane - john denver,
covered by renee dominique