Did you have to pick the ring finger on my left hand dude? Cuz people are going to think I’m married or something.
I DO JUST FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! Julien had never been so offended by something that was so intimate with his mind. In fact he had never felt so odd with this other… person… sitting in there able to speak to him whenever he wished. He was just seventeen, three inches shorter and a bit chubbier as only a kid could be. His face was so… young and eager it wasn’t funny. There was even a bit of color in those pale cheeks. Robert had more than set the tone for their relationship over the years, and it had been comfortable after some time had passed.
But now Robert was dying, gone, or whatever it was that FEAR weapons did when their wielders were off to the afterlife. Julien tried to call out to him in his mind, but couldn’t get a response back. The two people (because he couldn’t think of Robert as an object) that truly mattered in his life were gone. Dead and gone forever. Would he meet either of them in the afterlife? Did FEAR weapons even have an afterlife of their own? He had never believed in God, or heaven and hell for whatever reason. Now he was nervous to find out what was next if anything was at all!
It had taken him so many months. So many slammed doors, slaps, name calling, and who knew what else to finally get Mya Jones to agree to go out on one damned date with him. The result had been somehow amazing, and even though he couldn’t remember the details of the date Julien sure as hell remembered what had happened at the end. The rain had been so heavy that night, pouring down hard like the night of his death. Maybe that was why he was remembering this instead of even just meeting her. He had leaned down, twenty years old and a fully-fledged hunter in his own right. She was still a trainee, just a bit over nineteen years old.
But honestly, Julien had never been kissed in his life. He had never been smooth with the ladies, and they typically avoided him after he opened his mouth to speak. It had bothered him when he was younger, trying to prove himself… but Mya Jones was different. From the moment he had seen her Julien knew their lips would meet, again and again and again. The first time in the rain… he had been so cold, but he had draped his jacket over the both of them to attempt to keep their faces out of the downpour. He had leaned forward, unsure of himself and eager. Blushing worse than a school girl, and yet more determined for it. Being egged on by Robert in the back of his mind as his free hand slipped under her perfect pointed chin, and lifted her face up. Her brown eyes had been so warm before they fluttered shut, and his heart had raced like he had just run the worst marathon of his life.
When his pale lips met hers though, it was like magic. It coursed through him, and sparked feelings inside of him that he never knew he could feel. He had needed more, even as her perfect lips kissed him back eagerly. But that was not a gentleman. A man did not do such things to a lady of such perfection, and Julien had pulled back with a stupid grin on his face. Good thing Mya hadn’t felt the same and had drawn him in for a second. Apparently, she had felt the same as he did.
Mya… She had died or was dying next to him. He couldn’t lift his hand, or turn his head to see her, though he eagerly kept trying to reach her somehow. His pale blue eyes wouldn’t open, nothing in his body would move for the love of god!! Why? Why couldn’t he just touch her once more? Why couldn’t he comfort her in some way before she left… and if she was already gone it would give him some comfort to touch just even her hand. That wasn’t happening. And there was so much left for him to remember in his final seconds.
Mya’s laugh, her lips, her soft skin, the warmth of her embrace, her touch, her voice, the smell of her hair, the way she walked… Robert’s jokes, the first time they had gone into battle together, his small random encouragement that never seemed helpful… Reuben’s smile and the way he always nodded along, agreeing with whatever Julien said and always making him think about being so rash with life… Remy’s wild taunting, her name calling, how full of life she had always been… and even Lucas’ rough, primal kiss just a bit before his death. There was too much left for Julien to remember, and not enough time for him to even grasp it all. His eyes were shut, but suddenly he was moving. His body was moving! He reached out, and grasped Mya’s hand. His eyes slid open and he could see her perfectly. She was smiling back at him, there was no blood on her lips, and no hole in her stomach. In fact there was no hole in his either.
He was perfectly whole, standing before her. She was in all white… a wedding dress made of lace and perfection. He was in a suit, with his hair slicked back and a top hat tucked at his elbow. She was smiling up at him, his perfect angel. There were no monsters, no death… just her and him with wedding bells ringing in the distance. Was this what he had really wanted? They had never talked about getting married, as it just wasn’t something that ever occurred to either of them. Being hunters was at their core, but maybe… just maybe, Julien had wanted this somewhere in the deep dark corners of his mind? His Mya, who was pretty much his wife in his mind anyway after eight years of being together. In America they would have been legal partners after seven… but had he wanted this for real? To have her be Mrs. Mya Bond?
“Come on Julien. It’s time to go love.” She was beautiful, so stunning. Exactly as he always saw her. A sweet smile on her face, every hair in perfection, every aspect of her body perfect… he couldn’t see her any other way. Even after all these years, he saw her as fresh and young as they day they had met. Beautifully stunning, amazing, and more of a woman than he ever deserved.
“I know Mya, you’re just more beautiful than I can handle. Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He meant every word, even as he leaned down to kiss Mya on her cheek. It was time to go. He grasped her white gloved hand in his, and turned to leave with her. He knew that they weren’t getting married, and that Mya was just a figment of his imagination. But his mind was giving him the ending he truly wanted.
“You know Mya, I only have one regret.” He had to pause, and quirk a smile along his pale lips.
“What's that darling?” She stopped with him, peering up at him with those perfect brown eyes.
“I truly wanted in his pants. Lucas that is. I can’t help but be curious.”
“Really, Julien? Now?”
“Yes really love, can you expect me to be any other way?” He laughed, she laughed and they began to walk again. It really was time to leave. The bells were getting louder, and people he had seen die over the years were standing there along the path to the chapel. Clapping, smiling, cheering. He opened the door that led only to darkness, and walked in hand in hand with his Mya Jones to the afterlife to the sound of wedding bells.
