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mountains to the stars — jane & wade.
Jul 18, 2019 21:09:15 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 18, 2019 21:09:15 GMT -5
I know it's kinda hard to fall
but you have to trust them all
the beach is burning
even though it's raining
The thing about running away is that it always seemed so much better in theory. The idea of going some place better, some place safer, some place that may not have existed. There was a gray lining to every thought about Wade's departure, a grim and solemn reminder that his ending had always been destined to be a sad one, anyway. Running was a chance. A slim one, but better than if he stayed.
If he stayed, he died when they were ready for him. If he ran, he may have escaped. He may just as well have died anyway, but—
at least it would be on his terms.
He marked off another day from his bedroom calendar, yawning with the midday chirps of the birds nesting on the island for the summer. He'd overslept; that was a strike. His second of the month. One more slip up and he was doomed, no matter how strong the fatigue wore on him. Although the idea of dying on this island and still not serving his intended purpose had its appeal, figuring out what was wrong with him was the first thing he planned on doing when he and the others reached the mainland.
The others.
As if on purpose, Jane and Luke had both begun acting like children after he'd come clean to them. After he told them he was sick, and that he was going to leave, and that he needed them to come along. Luke tried to leave any room Wade entered, Jane took any chance for a moment of intimacy— a touch of the hand, a lingering gaze, a kiss— and turned away from it. And Wade knew there were bigger things at stake here than his relationship with the two of them; it was literally life and death, and they had every right to be terrified. Wade himself was terrified. But, he was acutely aware of the differences between his behavior and theirs. Each of them had resolved to turn themselves inward, to close themselves off and shut down: lock up tight so that no one could come in.
It was funny, Wade realized, locking eyes with Jane and walking straight toward her, for Luke and Jane to not get along so well, they sure had a lot in common. Perhaps even more than he realized.
He had his breakfast alone. Maybe it was better if the three of them kept their distance. Maybe, if they were on the outs, no one would suspect the three of them to be planning something like this. But also, who would have suspected they would do something like this in the first place? Jane, maybe, sure. But Luke and Wade? Luke, who couldn't stand being alone for more than a couple hours at a time, and Wade, who had always been content with doing the bare minimum and calling it a day?
Then again, it had been Wade and Luke for as long as any of them could remember, and rumors of his blossoming romance with Jane had been circulating for months now. Acting like something was wrong was the last thing they needed to be doing. Especially when they were this close.
"You—" he said, tone sharp as he pointed an accusatory finger at her. Roan's prying eyes and Bell's intrigued smile dispersed when Wade himself smirked down at Jane. He pulled her in close for a hug, taking advantage of their position to whisper a quick, "We need to talk. My room, twenty minutes," into her ear before pulling away and heading directly to his room.
There, he waited, eyes tired, shoulders aching, fingers trembling from the chill that must have stuck around from early in the morning. At last, he heard a soft knock on the door, and he quickly opened it to let Jane inside.
"Six days," he said; his throat tightened at the mention. Less than a week. Less than a week and he was free from this place. It seemed impossibly soon and yet unfairly far away all at once.
"Did you get the sheet from the laundry room?" Wade had purposefully let it fall behind the machine for Jane to grab. Their raft had taken too long to build, but it was to be expected. They could only work at night, Jane had a short attention span, Luke got angry easily, and Wade was dying. And they had to be back in time to rest and wake up early the next day for training and school. But now, only a few straggling items remained. A sheet for a sail, which Jane was supposed to handle, food, which Luke wanted to deal with, and something to paddle with, which was the trickiest of the items and, coincidentally, what Wade himself had been tasked with. Taking an oar from a produce ship seemed too risky, the sticks and driftwood that washed up on the beach were too brittle and didn't have enough surface tension to be useful. He'd almost resigned to telling them all to use their hands before he thought about chopping down a few saplings and using them. The trunks were bendable and pliant while still remaining firm, and the limbs helped get a pretty decent hold. It wasn't ideal, but it worked.
"Six days. And we're free. You, me, and Luke."your screams are killing
and you don't have a clue
how can you spread the thoughts
without even caringbeach — axel flovent
