♣ Jett ♣
Ayre’s lips’ contact with mine made me shiver slightly, averting my attention from the gently drifting snow. It didn’t help that I had forgotten my freaking shirt in her dorm room... I suddenly became aware of Ayre tugging out of my arms carefully, but was in too much of a daze to make a motion to stop her. I didn’t know what to do with my hands now that she was out of my reach, so I dropped them to hang limply and pathetically at my sides. The girl’s words seemed distant and slurred together, as I struggled to regain my comprehension.
“Are you sure you can’t stay with me?” Ayre whimpered slightly, as she looked up at me with those pitch eyes. Nervously, she tugged her lower lip with her white teeth and wrapped a lock of that bubblegum-pink hair around her fingers, almost making me lose my train of thought. Again.
The soft sunlight seemed to create a halo around the girl who stood in front of me, not making it any easier for me to decide how I was ever going to decide what to say back to that. Damn, why did she have to make it so difficult? Especially since my reply would probably determine how she felt about me at the moment. If that changed, I wouldn’t really be able to take back everything I said to be with her. Was it worth it to lie to her? My heart beat uncomfortably inside my chest, seeming to echo in the empty silence that now filled the air. Despite the freezing atmosphere, my hands were clammy and my thoughts were muffled, as if they were being covered by a million blankets or something. Shaking my head, I almost chuckled at how stupid my analogy was. There wasn’t any more time that I could waste; I had to say something.
“I… I’m sorry. I just… Can’t.” The words felt thick inside my mouth, and I almost regretted them, as a crestfallen expression danced across Ayre’s rosy cheeks. Guilt rested in the pit of my stomach, and I could no longer look into her stare. Awkwardly, I ran a hand through my hair, as if it would make her understand how much I couldn’t stand myself at the minute. I felt like such a bastard.
Ayre’s hand flew up to her collarbone, as if she were trying to slow down her heart or something. She picked at her blouse and lowered her head, her hair falling into her eyes and shielding her eyes from my view. “I knew it would be something like that,” she murmured, the words coming out in a exasperated sigh. The cold air around her lips became misty and white, as her warm breath mingled with it. Her body shook as snow coated her shoulders and chest, and I could hear the faint sound of her teeth chattering.
Upon instinct, I brought my hands up and took Ayre’s arms, planting her hands against my chest. I rested my own palms on the tops of her fingers for a moment, but removed them so that I could pull her as close to me as possible. When I was sure that she had no intention of leaving, I took her face in my hands and lightly tipped her face up towards mine. Ayre’s black eyes shone with tears, light reflecting off of a million different places. Her pain was written all across her countenance. Aching with remorse, I lowered my mouth to the second digit’s.
Ayre’s soft lips parted slightly as I kissed her tenderly, and I could barely make out what she was mumbling. “Don’t do this to me Jett…” Her hands clenched into fists on my chest, and the tips of her fingernails bit into my skin a touch, though she didn’t remove herself from me. Instead, she kissed me back fiercely, tears running in between our lips. Apparently Ayre loved the taste of salt… Or maybe she just loved me, I though smugly to myself.
Moving my fingers around to the back of her head, I twisted her hair around and caressed her neck, before breaking it off reluctantly. Instead of looking back up at me, Ayre buried her head into my chest, her shoulders slumping. I held her gingerly with both hands and rested my chin on the top of her head.
“You’re not the only one that this is hurting,” I whispered, not even sure that the girl could hear me. When I got no acknowledgement, I decided to say one final thing before letting her go. “I love you, Ayre.” I could feel a blush spread across my cheeks as I realized how dumb what I had just said sounded. But weirdly, I didn’t really care that much, all I cared about was that girl.
Ayre suddenly tensed up, and silently, she planted a kiss on my collarbone and removed herself from my arms.
"Ayre, I'm sorry," I begged her not to leave me.
Wistfully, she turned her head away and let a small sob escape into the air, immediately shattering my heart when I heard it. Without another word, the girl shook her hair off of her shoulders and walked away, brushing arms with the people who had… Betrayed me.
Fox glared at me and gave a small shake of his head. “You’re a complete bastard, Jett, you know that?” He turned around and trudged through the snow to join Ayre, who was now yards away.
Juliet didn’t even bother to look at me, and rested a hand on Fhyre and Eternity’s backs, pushing them forward. “Let’s leave these people, we are no longer one.”
Helplessly, I turned and faced the only Digit’s remaining on my side. Saracen tried to hold her back, but failed, as Racquel flung herself at me.
“Aw poor Jetty, you don’t need to worry about a priss like Ayre, I’d be much better for you!”
It must have been Racquel’s nasaly tone that finally got to me, because next thing I knew, I was pushing her off of me and into the snow.
“What the hell!? Why are you so worked up, I just said that she was a priss! No need to get all touchy!” The eighth digit dusted herself off, but I wasn’t finished with her.
“Shut up.”
Racquel’s sharp eyebrows raised in surprise, and she laughed lightly in disbelief. “What did you just say to me?”
My cheeks were now burning from anger, and my head suddenly snapped up so that I could look straight into her eyes. “I said shut the f*ck up, Racquel!”
I heard Saracen, Rhys, and Greyson all gasp in unison, and watched with a sort of triumph as Racquel recoiled backwards towards the group.
Saracen looked at me with pleading eyes, but I could tell that she understood. Almost afraid to talk, the fifth digit lowered her gaze and turned. “Come on guys, let’s just… Leave Jett alone for now…” Hesitantly, everyone stalked away from me, leaving only muddy footprints in the glistening whiteness of the snow. I collapsed onto my knees, and I could feel myself losing consciousness from the strain of everything.
My heart yearned for Ayre.
Everything blacked out.
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I was like, crying when I wrote this post! It's so sad!!! T.T I feel so bad for Jett and Ayre... *sigh* I want you to write your fanfiction about this so bad, you don't even know!!! Hope this was okay...
