Jacob's standing on the patio, right at the edge by the waist-high wall that now keeps the bottom garden delineated from the patio itself. It used to just end and become grass but Emmett and Ransom helped transform it into some sort of palace gardens and now you have practically walk a labyrinth to get anywhere.
Or parkour.
(There's a vision.)
We unintentionally chose matching coffee cups AND black clouds this morning as I woke up with a rager of a headache, crawling down the centre of the bed in order to let Lochlan and Ben sleep in. I need coffee, an aspirin and a super-hot shower. I need a lobotomy. I need to have not woken up today considering how yeah, we're in the fifteenth year of this and I think I have it under control but then I see you and I don't.
I don't.
I thought I did but I don't and you don't deserve this. No you don't. You don't deserve to take any more of my life when you wouldn't let me keep yours in return.
You're selfish, Jake.
He turns to gaze at me, amused smile behind his cup as he takes a sip. Am I now?
Yes. You won't go and let me get on with my life.
There's room for me. Just like there's room for Ben. And Caleb. And August. I'll keep going, Pigalet, if you want.
I didn't know ghosts could be jealous.
Then you missed the last dozen-something years of Cole screeching in my ear. Sitting on my back. Making me carry him everywhere in spite.
Where is he now?
I have no idea where you hide him, Princess, but I hope I don't end up there too.