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I was watching an episode of CSI and the protagonist made me think of James (don't ask. I have a thing for wet cats and emotionally bottled up fictional men) and I thought of him having a healthy relationship with Anya, an universe where she's not a crazy bitch, and then losing her in some kind of accident. Tragically.
I'm going to put emphasis on this again because James loved Anya, even in their unhealthy relationship. Rose is always his second love -even if she's the love of his life.
So if he tried to put emotional distance when met Rose in canon, let's add this idea of that he can lose her too like happened to Anya. It could cause him to be overprotective... Like a lot. Not to mention that the emotional distance at the beginning could be much worse because no way, he thinks, is going to fall in love again.
I do enjoy writing Anya and James being toxic, but I just imagined a what if they aren't and then boom! She dies.
I'm about to edit the whole story that tells when Rose went to NYC and left James behind. There are a lot of references there to things aren't canon anymore but when I wrote them back in January 2025 I didn't know.
Also, I wrote the last part of five back in February 2025 and never posted. It's in my drafts and it's haunting me since then, but I can't continue if I don't edit the first four first.
That means Evert and mother are gone, same as all references to Alfie there. It'll take me some days but it's something I want to do.
That way I'm going to be able to post finally the last one.
The one in my drafts: 16 feb. 2025. It's about time↓.
I'd like to talk to myself living in January '25 and tell her wtf she was thinking when added the Everts here. I mean, I understand now that it was completely unnecessary, I didn't back then but still !💁♀️.
It feels better erasing them, knowing that they don't exist here. Rose is still miserable af, but at least isn't dealing with them.
Summary: It's 2014 when James, in London, received a call from Rose, in NYC, after a year apart. A call that lasted few seconds but that could change everything. They swore they will never going to talk again but both of them even with resentment and regrets as big as the ocean in between can't forget the other, not even after a year apart.
Warnings: Angst.
Words: 3.8k || This is a repost. I'm editing this story written in January and February 2025. The premise is basically the same but I changed things that aren't canon anymore. Some minor plot changes.
2014.
"I'll get you an Uber."
"Can't I stay?"
"No."
"You're an asshole."
"Yes, that's who I am."
James sat down in bed and put his trousers on. On the table was his phone and he picked it up to open the app and get a car for the woman who was dressing behind him and which name he didn't remember. He didn't even know how he agreed to have sex with her in first place, but it happened after several drinks at his favourite pub. The same one he kissed Rose for the first time six years ago. But the circumstances were extremely different.
The girl opened the door and slammed it after her once she left his apartment. She didn't even said goodbye and she had every right. Not even having sex after almost a year, lightened up his soul. Quite the contrary.
Last time he smoked was when he was 18. He started when was 14 to cope with his own thoughts about his parents and he left once he moved to London. But now he returned to his old habits for the same reason: to quiet his mind, only this time he had nowhere to escape.
His watch said it was 3am. His mind reminded him that it was 10pm in New York. He was living a day ahead her. Ironically, he thought as her as his past. Like the day he already lived, but she still didn't finish.
"Fuck." James said resting his forehead against the edge of the balcony, "fuck". He threw the cigarette away feeling he wanted to scream.
Almost a year passed and nothing was easier as people said to him.
2013 ||
"What the hell!" Rose was resting on the couch and James was taking a shower when an unexpected email surprised her.
"We received and read your application and we're going to be very grateful if you accept to work with us. There's a place for you in our company. Please, contact us and tell us your answer. Sincerely yours, Attiré Magazine."
Rose started shouting and made James rushed out of the shower, only to find her hopping around the couch. Her laptop was now on the floor.
"Jesus Christ, I almost had a heart attack, Róisín! what's happening!!"
"I'm sorry, ketzele! But! Oh, my god!! Do you remember few months ago I sent my CV to this magazine in New York? I told you that it was almost impossible to work for them but I had to try. It took them, I don't know, five months, but they said yes! I didn't confirm it, yet, but it's a yes!"
"Holy shit, love! Congratulations. Of course they accepted your application. You're the best." James exclaimed genuinely happy and sharing a smile with her.
"This is going to be huge, Jamie."
Both of them went out to dinner that night to celebrate this new beginning, but it was the last time that both of them were fine. Both, Rose and James, believed that it was a remote job. She'd send her designs to them and they'd select the best to publish them in the magazine. Living in New York wasn't an idea that either of them considered as a possibility.
James knew the bad news the following night when he arrived from work.
"They don't want me to send my things to them," she said as soon as he asked her what was happening. Rose was in her sofa hugging herself "they want me to work for them, there. It means, living in New York. They promised to give me an apartment. They gave me time to organise the things, including the legal papers and probably in two months I have to go."
Nothing remained from the joyful day they had 24 hours ago. James plopped down in a chair and looked at her.
"Did you say yes?"
"I didn't say anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first. We can move there, Jamie, you'll have a great opportunity there too, imagine if—"
"I'm not going to leave my work, Rose. And I'm not going to leave England either. If I take a plane I'm just an hour away from my brothers, not like, how many hours? 10, at least, or whatever from that city. Shit. SHIT! Why the hell can't you send them your designs from here? It's the fucking same!"
"They want me to present my clothes in a runway, too. Not just a draw that I'd send via mail or sending a package with the clothes if necessary. But James, I didn't say yes... I—."
"I'm not going to be the one between you and your dreams, Rose. If you say no to the opportunity of your life because of me, you're going to resent me forever. I saw you yesterday! Your eyes were shining, you fought your whole career for an opportunity like this one. I know that."
"I'm not going to resent you, James! What the fuck in the world are you saying? I don't know what to do, it's just that! I can't accept if you're not with me. I can say no, it's not a big deal."
James huffed. "Come on! You want to say yes, you told me that! Besides, how many people has this chance? So, it's indeed a big deal."
"Not job is worth if I don't have you, Jamie. My current job it's not that bad either."
"You hate it. And they don't even pay you what you deserve."
"But this is London. I can have a new opportunity I just need to find it," she said but not even her believed her words. In an oversaturated market, she was lucky to have that one. "I'll be fine. And maybe, I can open my own store if I manage to save enough money that's my ultimate goal after all."
Things started to complicate a week later when Rose told the woman in charge of the human resources department that she was declining the offer. It was a videocall and James overheard it.
"Are you sure, Ms. Coldwell? Is it about money? We can talk about it if you need more."
"I'm always willing to accept more money," she said honestly "but it's not the case. I can't leave my city, my place. So—"
"Think about the opportunities you're not having now, Rose. The New York fashion week can be real for you in no time. Our CEO is really interested in your work, she personally chose you over hundreds of applications. This is once in a lifetime opportunity. I'll give you one day more to think about it. Tell me tomorrow your answer."
Rose closed her laptop and hid her face in her hands. She knew never again was going to have the chance to work in a place like that. 24 hours could make the difference between riding that train or let it go forever. It was James or it was her future and without saying out loud, she'd already made a choice and James knew it. He went to the balcony, closing the glass door behind him. Five years together ending like that.
2014.
One thing she liked from New York was sitting in the rooftop of the building she was living now and staying there for hours at night. Usually wrapped around a blanket and holding a cup of coffee. She always liked coffee, but living there increased the addiction.
It was always her, the city that never sleeps, her warm drink and her thoughts. And for the last two months, also CPU, her beloved English bulldog she found in the streets eating trash one night she decided to walk because her thoughts were tormenting her. It was like the dog was waiting for her. Rose took her to the vet the next day and they told her that the animal wasn't microchipped and considering she was underweight it was very probably that she was a stray dog or simply someone abandoned her. Who could do that to such a sweet girl was something Rose didn't understand, but at least now CPU had a place to stay, food everyday, a warm bed and Rose had company.
That wasn't the promise land she thought it'd be. The American dream it was less glamorous than Hollywood wanted people to believe it was. London wasn't a paradise either, but at least she was familiar with it. Her friends were there. He was there. The salary was actually good but the price she had to pay for it, it was higher. The CEO of the magazine was a woman who could make Miranda Priestly look like a good person and Rose didn't have a peaceful day thanks to her. What she had were opportunities that in London until the moment she left never had. Her name was part of several important magazines but her dog and regrets that was all she had at the end of the day.
Soon it was also clear how competitive the job was and how bitchy some people there could be. The major prize was appearing in the magazine cover and some people there were ready to trade their mother for it and it was something she hated it. It was also the racism, she faced and was facing.
No friends, no family and no James. The one who had it all, now had nothing. Her mother and brothers talked to her almost every day and she always texted her friends but she didn't spoke to James before she left London. It was an implicit agreement between them to make things easier for them but after all that time his absence still hurt her a lot.
It was the way she felt when was with him, the way he always managed to make her smile and feel better about herself, it was him encouraging her to do whatever made her happy. In that rooftop wrapped in her blanket and with CPU at her feet, Rose felt the familiar knot in her throat appearing again.
The vision of the city illuminated by the building was now blurry because of the tears. She missed him in ways she thought it wasn't possible to miss anyone.
She cleaned her eyes and stood up. "It's late, CP, let's go to bed. Come on, girl."
Another night alone. Another day alone. It was 10pm when she checked her phone. It was 3am in London, and Rose wondered what James was doing.
2013. ||
"Please, let me know how how's everything, sweetheart and call me as soon as you can. I'm going to be there in two weeks, ok?"
Rose and her family were at the airport. Mary Coldwell was embracing her daughter and trying not to cry in front of her.
"Ok, mum. Everything will be okay, I promise. I love you."
"I love you too, Rosie."
"Take care of our Bubbe, please. Tell her I'll send her some of the magazines as soon as I can but the chances of my name appearing there are very low."
"She knows, but you know she wants to presume about you in front of the other ladies in the synagogue. She's proud of you."
Both women smiled and hugged each other again. "And tell James… tell him, please, not to hate me," Rose whispered and Mary could feel her daughter sobbing against her shoulder.
"He doesn't hate you, Rosie. He could never hate you."
In movies, that was the moment when the beloved person runs through the airport to kiss their love and they say goodbye in a very bittersweet moment, but in real life that kind of things hardly ever happen. Hurt as he was, James didn't go to Heathrow because he was in Dublin seeking comfort at his brother' house. The presence of Rose in what once was their apartment was too high for him to tolerate. In fact, when the plane took off he was sleeping in Jared's couch after a night drinking alone.
2014.
The storm didn't stop and it was still raining when Rose went to bed several hours later after work that night.
All day was awful. Her boss made her feel miserable, her co-workers almost sabotaged one of the dressess she was sewing and when went to a café with a friend she made there, she started to cried causing that people around them looked at her like she was out of her mind.
"You need to see him again, Rose. You can't keep living like this. Call him."
"He doesn't want to talk to me."
"How do you know?"
"Because he never talked to his ex after they broke up. Because he tends to put distance between him and people he doesn't like."
"I'm sure it's not your case. Come on! What's the worst that can happen? He can ignore you, finish the call… but that's it! For what you said he's not a bad man, he's not going to insult you, hurt you. And finishing the call is the worst scenario. But what if he responds? What if he wants to see you? Rose, listen to me, you need him."
Her friend was right, she needed him. Rose needed James because no other person on Earth could cure her sorrow and her soul and heart the same way he'd do it but she was also terrified of calling him and upset him somehow, even more. Yet, listening to his voice could make the difference between that night and the following day.
Alone in her bedroom and while her dog slept next to her, Rose grabbed her phone. It was the first time in months that she opened a file where she kept the photos that she and James took together. Rose looked at the person in those pictures and barely recognised herself: that girl there was happy. Her smile, her eyes, everything about her showed the happiness she was experiencing in those moments together. That Rose from not so long ago wouldn't believe that the one in bed now, trade everything she loved for a dream that wasn't what she imagined.
In the darkness of her bedroom and her life, Rose searched for his number after a year. The green button was shining in front of her eyes but she didn't tap on it. It was late in England, maybe he was sleeping, maybe he didn't want to talk.
But in the end she did it.
He was indeed in bed, but not sleeping at all. Her name written on the screen caught him off guard. He had the option to ignore the call or to answer it. He chose the latter, even if he wasn't sure why he did it.
Rose heard his breathing and imagined him in his bed waiting for her to spoke first but the knot in her throat prevented her to do it.
"Hi," he said when it was obvious she wasn't going to talk. James heard her crying despite she tried to muffling it. It also seemed to be raining there.
"I'm sorry," she finally said barely whispering. "I'm so sorry, Jamie."
She didn't say anything else and few seconds later Rose ended the call. James tried to ignore the feeling but her broken voice hit him in the face. He had dreams where Rose was happy in New York, smiling, making new friends and maybe finding comfort in another's man arms. But she didn't sound like a happy person. He remained in his bed trying to calm his mind but he couldn't.
He took his cigarettes and went to the balcony to breathe fresh air. He wasn't expecting to hear her ever again. Their last time together was a goodbye forever, he said to himself more than once. But he wasn't so sure now.
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Jared heard his phone vibrating and grunted in bed. He was very tempted to ignore the call at that hour but his mind reminded him that only one person could call at 4am and it was James. His brother was depressed and his sleep schedule was a disaster.
"What happened?" Jared asked still hugging his pillow and with his eyes closed.
"Were you sleeping?"
"It's fucking 4 o'clock in the morning, James."
"I'm sorry. I-, it's just... Rose called me. She was crying."
The mention of his brother's ex, made Jared open his eyes and sat in bed "She called you?"
"Yes."
"Fuck. What did you say?"
"Nothing. She said sorry and ended the call. She sounded... Sad."
"James, listen to me for once. You can't keep living like this. You're a fucking mess, I don't know when was the last time you took a shower or shaved or clean your apartment but you need to live again. So, or you go to New York to see her again face to face or you put your shit together and forget her. The first option is easier than the second one and I know she's in the same shit as you are."
"She was the one who left me, Jared! I'd have never done that to her. I'm still angry!"
"Understandable and you're right. But also people make mistakes the whole time, James. We're humans, we are made to do stupid shit because no matter how smart a person is, we only learn from our mistakes when it's too late. She's a good person that's why she apologized and you miss her."
"I had sex with a woman yesterday. After all this time and she called me after all these fucking months the day after it! Like she knew!"
"But she doesn't know. Are you feeling better about yourself after last night?"
"No."
"I can't listen to you as psychiatric, James. I can't give you any professional advice because we're related but... Fuck, do something, I'm telling this as your brother." Jared sighed "You know what? Just wait there... I'll call in five minutes or so. Wait me."
It wasn't until about fifteen minutes later than James received a text message from Jared.
Check your email.
When he did it, along with the hundreds of unread emails he had he saw the lastest one was from his brother. It was a plane ticket to New York. In two days.
Jared called him back and didn't wait for him to say a thing. "I couldn't get one for tomorrow. But this is fine and it was the last seat available. So, make it count, James. It's my gift to you so you can fix your life. It's expensive as fuck, so you better go. Also made a reservation in a cheap hotel because they're going to ask where the fuck you're going to stay while you're there."
"But..."
"No buts. You'll shave, take a shower and prepare your baggage and put your ass in that plane, Thorne. What happens there, it's up to you."
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Summary: They live in a paradise or so the government say. They live in happy land where people has no right to complain about because they have everything. Money, education, good jobs... Just the best, the government say. || Before her eviction two years ago, there was a night where Rose and James met.
Warnings: Explicit use of drugs -both, recreationally and not- drug addiction and alcohol. Mentions of depression, suicide. Implicit sex. Government manipulation. || Futuristic AU, everything here was created by me.
Words: 3k.
United West Nations, formerly Europe. Today is the year 3023 A.G.E -After the Great Explosion-
Almost three thousand years ago, a meteor destroyed big part of the Earth as it's was known until that moment, they call it "The Great Explosion." Almost all islands, countries and even a continent disappeared but humanity survived and they rebuilt. Those lands that remained united forces and constructed a new world. That generation said that they weren't going to make the same mistakes as the previous civilizations but people never learn. For centuries things went well, but then human ambition and avarice took the wheel.
Under the new regime, things began to change and those in power began to feel like Gods, as it happened before, only the fair benefits the citizens had prevent the rebellion. Free and good health care, high salaries, almost no unemployment, nice homes and excellent education for children and young adults. Free choice. No racism. All of that in exchange of living without love. What it began as an experiment soon showed the utilities and that never changed, because they determined that people were more useful when they didn't have distracting thoughts in their minds.
What they didn't tell people bit all knew about it was the high rate of suicide, the abuse of drugs and antidepressants. The alcoholism and the rage in the streets. They didn't speak how the elitism still existed and the richest had access to something that the rest didn't. All that wasn't something the new neon world talked about. It happened in the shadows.
The United West Nations were a beautiful place to live in if you ignored all that.
• 30 years ago. (2993 A.G.E)
Rose, five years old, was crying in his mother's arms after the blonde nurse took her blood for analysis for the first time. The candy the nurse gave her afterwards did nothing to calm the little girl but still Mary put it in her pocket to give it to her daughter later at home.
"It's over, Rosie. They won't touch you again, sweetheart," she said, holding her against her chest and keeping her there until her daughter slowly calmed down.
It was just routine, a healthy kid was going to be a valuable member of society in the future and if the kid had some sickness, the chances to detect it early could help to find a cure, if was one. Only that the little girl wearing that floral dress, was what they called a miracle. Even if they weren't a miracle but for sure it wasn't common at all.
Medics, chemists and members of the government opted to wait but they promised to keep that girl not far away from their sight. She was too young to understand how valuable she could be. Too soon to know if they were right or not, but everything in her showed the same signs other people like her did before her.
A case like hers deserved a special treatment, deserved the best. Mary Coldwell got a new modern flat, Rose was enrolled at a good school and the following year, when she was six, was going to start first grade there.
Mary knew better than say no. Rose's father disappeared one morning and she didn't hear of him since then. It was fine, Samuel was just a close friend that one night life and alcohol put together in bed and nine months later Rose came. He accepted his new duty as father and after Rose was born he became Mary's husband because it was his responsibility, he said. For four years they lived together in armony until he vanished in the air. Mary called the authorities, she called some friends but none heard from him. Police never found him, they swore.
One morning, when Mary knowing he wasn't coming back and was putting his things aside discovered that Samuel hadn't been taken his pills. Several boxes remained untouched, hidden in the bottom of the wardrobe and suddenly everything made sense to her. Mary had noticed some changes in him, the way his eyes looked softer, the way he touched her hair and the way he was with their daughter, but she preferred to ignore it. Mary understood that Samuel hadn't disappeared but someone made him disappear and he wasn't coming back, this time she was sure of it.
Mary accepted all the gifts they gave her just because her girl was special because Rose needed it, but inside herself despise it and promised herself that Rose was going to grow up knowing the truth about her father, the man who chose to love in silence but in the end lost everything.
Year: 3021. Two years before Rose's eviction.
Paris was the name. It was an exclusive place full of rich people and the building indeed was a VIP club. The wooden floor was shining after it was polished several times that day, the seafood was the best and the colorful drinks were waiting for the guests to arrive. Same as the drugs on their respective little boxes waiting for the costumers. Synthetic happiness in form of pink hearts, made to stimulate the brain and the hormones. In a world where love was eradicated, they created something to compensate that in a laboratory and people craved that.
James was there because his brother Jared invited him. As a doctor working for the government, Jared Walsh had free access to places where most citizens in Great London City had to pay a fortune. Jared was there because he helped to create the new and expensive drug that rich people were desperate to consume. He wasn't proud of it, but was forced to do it. Eventually he discovered that one of those little hearts helped to avoid guilt when he invited a young man to a hotel room and it was a good way to forget that he, as many others, had lost the moral compass long ago.
Rose was invited and decided to go because had nothing better to do and because, honestly speaking, she wanted a man to spend the night with. Paul Mendes was an engineer that designed the Tall Tower IV where important politicians lived in and invited Rose because he had met her during a birthday two weeks ago. She had designed the dress the birthday girl wore and he had been behind her since then. She found him infuriatingly dense. But no one, not even Rose, could deny that spending an evening in the Paris was a delightful chance to have something new to do.
The soft music playing in the back made the ambient more sophisticated. Men talking about business with others, women wearing dresses that showed more skin than what covered. Some people were dancing and others were drinking and chatting. Paul was talking to some men, one of which gave him the drug and he accepted. Rose rolled her eyes. At that point of her life, with 32 years, she had seen enough to know that people was desperate to feel something and had learnt to not judge. Maybe even herself did it twice or thrice, but she expected that at least he had wait a couple of hours before jumping directly into that. Whatever Paul wanted to do, wasn't going to be with her
Rose was sitting alone at the bar counter when looking around she saw him. Wearing a cream suit with a blue tie was a tall man that caught her attention. He was smoking and talking to another man with black hair that had a glass of champagne in his hand. It was him who said something to the the tallest one who turned his head to look at her.
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"A pretty girl at your eight has been looking at you for some time, James," Jared said smirking and curiosity killed the cat.
When James saw Rose, on purpose, she let her shawl slid down her arms revelling her shoulders. As if her backless dress didn't stop exactly at the end of her back leaving him with the desire to see more.
A rushed "see you later" was all Jared heard of him before he went directly to where the girl was.
Rose felt his breath behind her and his fingers brushing her skin when he put her shawl back on her shoulders.
"Night is cold, sweetheart," he said, almost kissing her ear and a pleasant shiver ran down her spine. "What are you doing alone here, …?"
"Rose."
"Rose, what are you doing alone?"
"The man who invented me found a new friend, I guess," she said pointing at Paul who had a brunette in his arms.
"Paul Mendes. He's such a prick."
"Do you know him?"
"I do. He hired me once to take photos of his buildings. I did it, but it was the last time I worked for him, he tried to scam me. So, it's good he found a new companion because it means you don't have to deal with him and because I can invite you a drink."
"I don't even know your name, stranger. All I know is you're a photographer… and that you smell really well."
He chuckled and sat down on the high stool next to her, "I'm James, nice to meet you, Rose," he said as he was looking for his cigarette case. He offered her one but she shook her head.
"I don't smoke but I'll accept you a drink."
The red and green beverage both ordered came with four happy pills. Two for each of them. In clubs like Paris that came included with the ticket. That was why it was so expensive. They put them apart, for later if the circumstances allow them to take them. Although considering the way they were looking at each other, his hands on her knees and how she found any excuse to touch his arms then they were going to need it soon than they expected.
She did the first move when the topics to talk about something as excuse to be closer soon began to feel forced. James saw the moment she took one of the pills and put it inside her mouth, but didn't swallowed it, she showed her tongue at him. He smirked.
Same as Rose, James did it before too like most people around there. The heart shaped drug on the tip of her tongue was something he wasn't let it go, so he pushed her to him and kissed her. The sweet flavour of the pill soon reached his taste buds. He pressed his fingers on her lower back as he felt her hands on the back of his head.
They went to a dark corner of the Paris, on some couch she sat down on his lap and let out a moan when he kissed her neck as if he was a vampire thirsty for blood, after he crushed another of those pills and sprinkled it on her. James was thirsty only it was for her skin and the rest of the drug on her. In the future he was going to cursed that moment, but that night he felt alive probably for the first time in long time and he didn't know if it was the combination of the drug and Rose or if he simply should blame her.
"I pay for the hotel room, if you want" he said. His erection was so painful in that moment that he didn't care where, but he needed her.
"Yes, I want. I really want," she replied making him smile.
Jared was the only one who saw them leaving the Paris.
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There was a hotel in front of the Club. Nice and expensive, perfect for them and luckily had some rooms available. The elevator left them in the third floor and James' hands couldn't be more quickly to open the door and slam the door right after they entered.
"Come here," he said, taking her in his arms. He lifted her and walked until her back hit the wall and Rose hugged his hips with her legs.
They kissed again as with one hand he tried to unbutton his trousers and she helped him to remove his jacket and shirt. Rose's dress was long gone, probably fell near the door, only her panties were on and James couldn't wait to make them disappear as well. Lucky for him that didn't take long.
Rose dig her nails in his shoulders when she finally felt him. The two shared one of the two remaining heart shaped pills. The other one was on her body, between her breasts and like a predator animal, he was taking care of it and also her. Both were high, to the point where reality began to vanish but were enjoying a sex encounter that was barely beginning.
She forgot how many times came, but the last one was when were in bed and felt her body relaxing, completely satisfied. His cock finally softened too and James plopped down on the mattress with her resting on his shoulder.
The effects of the drug were wearing off but they felt so well that they didn't care. That little pink heart was a miracle of modern science and it was worth to take one or two once in a while. Like that night.
Rose stroke his hair and he looked at her. His thumb brushed her cheek softly as they stared at each other.
"Thanks for this night, Jamie," was all she said before falling asleep.
James stayed awake for some time looking at her. The saddest part after a night like that one was that taking the Killer the next morning was like erasing all those happy moments and send them directly to the bin. Even if this time he didn't want to forget the feelings.
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Rose had bought a shirt and pants in one of the stores inside the hotel itself because in the morning she couldn't wear that revealing dress that had the night before. Both were taking a breakfast in the bedroom before saying goodbye forever.
She noticed the change in James and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The sparks in his eyes disappeared and the apathy she knew so well because had seen it in all the rest had taken the control of the man in front of her.
"I hope I can see you again," she said when, finally they left the hotel and they parted ways. "If not, I wish you the best. You're a good man, Jamie."
He smiled and kissed her cheek "and you're the nicest woman I ever met."
Rose saw him walk away and sighed. There was no words to describe how much she despised that awful transformation in just a couple of hours. True that she was also drugged but at least in her case the morning after didn't crash her soul. She wished she'd comfort him, something that didn't happen to her with another man before but she tried to ignore the feeling.
It wasn't until four months later that their paths crossed again.
Rose had been looking for new and prettier place to live for at least half a year, and found the perfect one in the sixth floor of a modern building that had been empty for three weeks since the previous owner died. It was sad, but someone had to take the chance and luckily they accepted her offer.
It was him who saw her this time. While some workers were dealing with her bed and the big furnitures, he saw her with some boxes in her hands. He had to look attentively to confirm it was her, but clearly was.
"Rose," he called.
Hearing her name was something she wasn't expecting and let alone that the one calling her was him.
"James? James! How are you? What are you doing here?"
"I live here and I see you're going to, too."
"Yes! I'm just moving in… I can't believe it."
"Me either. And the only available space was in the sixth floor where Mr. Colemann lived, right? That's under my flat. I live in the seventh one."
She smiled at him when she heard that and even if he didn't respond the same way something in his eyes changed. "Let me help you with those boxes," James said and she nodded.
Rose was going to say in the future that the immunity in her disappeared when she realised that couldn't and didn't want to live without him, after a long time sharing time together but it happened in that clean elevator both shared when they were going to her apartment. When her hand found his. When that same night he invited her to have dinner in his place because her fridge was still empty.
It happened when they kissed that night. No drugs this time, just the desire to do it again.
I love it! The way that people take drugs in order to temporarily feel again is so clever.
My heart aches for Samuel and Mary...him genuinely loving them only to get disappeared like that was heart wrenching. 🥺
Rose and James's chemistry is so smoking hot here! 🤤 The entire encounter in Paris was so perfectly written. I love how desperate you always write them being for each other. 🤭
The endinggggg! 🥹 I can't wait to see what more happens between these two, and to see more of this world you've created.
True, the story of Samuel and Mary is really sad but I'm trying to make a nod to their canon story. They always loved eachother but it never ended well 😔. I know this time Mary technically wasn't in love with him but deep inside her asleep mind she was. And Rose's dad being kinda rebellious as his daughter is makes perfect sense to me 🥺. Poor Sam.
Writing them high in order to feel something it also broke my soul because genuinely they didn't need that, but it's the only thing they know. They really don't know another reality... At least for now. My poor babies. Including Jared being forced to act against his beliefs.
But Rose and James are about to discover they don't need a new drug to need the other and it's going to be way more genuine than this one.
I'm about to edit the whole story that tells when Rose went to NYC and left James behind. There are a lot of references there to things aren't canon anymore but when I wrote them back in January 2025 I didn't know.
Also, I wrote the last part of five back in February 2025 and never posted. It's in my drafts and it's haunting me since then, but I can't continue if I don't edit the first four first.
That means Evert and mother are gone, same as all references to Alfie there. It'll take me some days but it's something I want to do.
That way I'm going to be able to post finally the last one.
The one in my drafts: 16 feb. 2025. It's about time↓.
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I read back in 2024 that chinchillas, like cats, choose their owner. And I always said that Patrick is James' baby and isn't very fond of Rose (who are you, woman?) . Now I found these gifs and this is the dynamic they have 🤭.
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