Words to Heal By -- Chapter 3
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Words to Heal By (03/??)
Author: Amanda W. /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Zac / OFC: Jilly
Rating: G
Notes: Written for the Mix Tape Challenge for the song “Broken Angel”
Warning: slight mention of 9/11
Previous Chapters
Word Count: 760
Summary: Now in his thirties, Zac decides to write a memoir of the time he spent with his soul mate and the tragedy of how their time was cut short. This is his time for healing.
WORDS TO HEAL BY: chapter three
Little angel you got to learn to fly
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Little angel just look in my eyes
Get up and earn your wings tonight
When we started the Albertane Tour, Jilly was able to come with us for two weeks during her summer break from school. But when the two weeks were up, we had to bring her to the airport. It was 1998 so the airport wasn’t as tight about security as it was after 9/11 and my mom and I were allowed to wait with her at the gate until she was called to board.
At this point in our lives we were ages thirteen and twelve and it was widely known between friends and family that we were in love. Even though my brothers liked to tease me about dating an older woman, they loved Jilly just as much as they loved the rest of our younger sisters. By now she was an honorary member of our family. She had even started calling our dad Pop. She liked to brag that she was the luckiest kid in school because she had three parents.
But at this moment, it was clearly obvious she didn’t feel very lucky. As we sat together, my arm wrapped around her and her head on my shoulder, I felt her begin to tremble. “Jilly,” I murmured as I turned a bit to see her face. Her bright eyes were dark with anxiety and tears were escaping them. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, gently wiping the salty water from her face.
“I don’t want to go,” she whispered.
I pulled her tightly to my chest. “It’ll be okay,” I told her soothingly. “Mom and Dad said we could talk all the time and we can email when I’m out of the country. I know we’ll miss each other like mad--”
“That’s not it,” she interrupted me.
“Then what is it?”
“I… I’m scared to fly,” she mumbled and her cheeks started to turn pink with embarrassment.
“You’ve never flown before?” I asked. Jilly shook her head and kept her gaze away from mine. I took her face in my hands and turned it so our eyes met, brown to blue. “There’s nothing to be scared of,” I told her. “I’ve done it a ton of times and it’s not so bad. Especially if you sleep through the flight.”
“I don’t feel good, Zac,” she whispered.
I furrowed my brows in concern. “You know it’s just your anxiety, right?”
Jilly nodded. “Yeah, but it doesn’t make my stomach feel any less nauseous.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I wish I could make you feel better.”
“Just… just stay with me. Don’t leave until the very last second.”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky swear.”
Then Jilly curled into my side again and rested her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. It was if she was holding on for dear life. All I wanted at this point in time was to protect her from anything bad in the world and in that moment, I realized I couldn’t protect her from her own fears and that upset me.
When it was time for her to board, she hugged and kissed my mom. Then I walked her over to the line that had begun to form and held her tightly to my chest for a moment. “This is as far as I can go,” I murmured. “I’m going to have to let you go in just a few seconds and stand off to the side until you get on the plane. Then I’ll stand at the window and watch your plane take off.” Jilly nodded against my shoulder. “I love you, Jilly Bean. You’re going to be alright.” She nodded again and stepped back as she wiped at her eyes.
Then she looked up at me. “I love you and I’ll try to be brave,” she stated quietly.
“If we’re going to get married when we get older, you gotta learn to fly,” I replied.
“Yeah, I know.” She heaved a great breath and forced a smile. “I’m gonna be okay,” she told me.
“I know you are,” I murmured. We hugged tightly and she pressed a small kiss to the corner of my mouth. I squeezed her hand before walking back over to my mom who wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
We watched as Jilly boarded her plane and, as promised, went to a window to watch it take off. “It’s going to be okay,” my mother told me as she rubbed my back soothingly. My eyes were filled with tears that I was determined to hold back.
“I’m gonna miss her,” I replied.
“Me too, sweetie, me too.”
Author: Amanda W. /
writefiction Pairing: Zac / OFC: Jilly
Rating: G
Notes: Written for the Mix Tape Challenge for the song “Broken Angel”
Warning: slight mention of 9/11
Previous Chapters
Word Count: 760
Summary: Now in his thirties, Zac decides to write a memoir of the time he spent with his soul mate and the tragedy of how their time was cut short. This is his time for healing.
WORDS TO HEAL BY: chapter three
Little angel you got to learn to fly
Get up and earn your wings tonight
Little angel just look in my eyes
Get up and earn your wings tonight
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
When we started the Albertane Tour, Jilly was able to come with us for two weeks during her summer break from school. But when the two weeks were up, we had to bring her to the airport. It was 1998 so the airport wasn’t as tight about security as it was after 9/11 and my mom and I were allowed to wait with her at the gate until she was called to board.
At this point in our lives we were ages thirteen and twelve and it was widely known between friends and family that we were in love. Even though my brothers liked to tease me about dating an older woman, they loved Jilly just as much as they loved the rest of our younger sisters. By now she was an honorary member of our family. She had even started calling our dad Pop. She liked to brag that she was the luckiest kid in school because she had three parents.
But at this moment, it was clearly obvious she didn’t feel very lucky. As we sat together, my arm wrapped around her and her head on my shoulder, I felt her begin to tremble. “Jilly,” I murmured as I turned a bit to see her face. Her bright eyes were dark with anxiety and tears were escaping them. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, gently wiping the salty water from her face.
“I don’t want to go,” she whispered.
I pulled her tightly to my chest. “It’ll be okay,” I told her soothingly. “Mom and Dad said we could talk all the time and we can email when I’m out of the country. I know we’ll miss each other like mad--”
“That’s not it,” she interrupted me.
“Then what is it?”
“I… I’m scared to fly,” she mumbled and her cheeks started to turn pink with embarrassment.
“You’ve never flown before?” I asked. Jilly shook her head and kept her gaze away from mine. I took her face in my hands and turned it so our eyes met, brown to blue. “There’s nothing to be scared of,” I told her. “I’ve done it a ton of times and it’s not so bad. Especially if you sleep through the flight.”
“I don’t feel good, Zac,” she whispered.
I furrowed my brows in concern. “You know it’s just your anxiety, right?”
Jilly nodded. “Yeah, but it doesn’t make my stomach feel any less nauseous.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I wish I could make you feel better.”
“Just… just stay with me. Don’t leave until the very last second.”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky swear.”
Then Jilly curled into my side again and rested her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. It was if she was holding on for dear life. All I wanted at this point in time was to protect her from anything bad in the world and in that moment, I realized I couldn’t protect her from her own fears and that upset me.
When it was time for her to board, she hugged and kissed my mom. Then I walked her over to the line that had begun to form and held her tightly to my chest for a moment. “This is as far as I can go,” I murmured. “I’m going to have to let you go in just a few seconds and stand off to the side until you get on the plane. Then I’ll stand at the window and watch your plane take off.” Jilly nodded against my shoulder. “I love you, Jilly Bean. You’re going to be alright.” She nodded again and stepped back as she wiped at her eyes.
Then she looked up at me. “I love you and I’ll try to be brave,” she stated quietly.
“If we’re going to get married when we get older, you gotta learn to fly,” I replied.
“Yeah, I know.” She heaved a great breath and forced a smile. “I’m gonna be okay,” she told me.
“I know you are,” I murmured. We hugged tightly and she pressed a small kiss to the corner of my mouth. I squeezed her hand before walking back over to my mom who wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
We watched as Jilly boarded her plane and, as promised, went to a window to watch it take off. “It’s going to be okay,” my mother told me as she rubbed my back soothingly. My eyes were filled with tears that I was determined to hold back.
“I’m gonna miss her,” I replied.
“Me too, sweetie, me too.”
