Keep on growing up, kid

Jancy Week ➥ Day 5 ➥ Alternate Universe ➥ Reincarnation➥ Human!Jonathan & Fairy!Nancy.

She lost him when they were 18, Her mother’s arms around her and her brother’s hand in hers prevented her from collapsing, but she cried. Cried for all the nights they spent making plans that now are left to dust, for the laughter she won’t be able to hear, for the touch she won’t be able to seek, she continued shedding tears to everything she messed dear as they laid him down. 

Years that felt somehow like days and decades went by, with him still lingering in her mind. She kept in touch with his mom and brother, they always had dinner every week, everytime she left, it felt like daggers were being pushed in and out of her chest, because of the hurt all over his family features. 

It’s a magical thing to be born from a family of fairies, the only downfall that your life span is longer which means you are forced to know that your loved ones caught their last breath. It was his mom that time, it’s hard and sad. Will, her son was clutching into anyone nearby, wanting to devour any comfort he was allowed to have. To him now he was alone, motherless and brotherless. But his group of friends hold onto him reminding him of the family he made on his own. They took him under their wing, it’s a hard fight between the wheelers and Ted Byers but somehow Will now has his own room in their house and a smile that comes and goes all the time. 

She was picking flowers with her little sister when she heard a loud barking and a man’s voice calling, there’s something familiar about the tone which is enough to guide her towards it. When she peered behind a tree, her heart was bounding in her chest and somehow it found a way to do more so when the person almost caught her. Her mind went plank for a few seconds, before all the ‘hows’, ‘whys’ consumed it.

At night she thought about him, thought about how much he looked like Jonathan, how bad she wanted to touch him to know if he felt like him… She fell asleep before she reached the point where she worries about Will seeing him and how he would react. 

When she woke up the urge to revisit the place she saw him was overwhelming, but she diminished the ideas as soon as it came to mind. Losing him was and still is an open wound and seeking a person that resembled him so much would do nothing but rub salt on it. 

Months passed when she saw him again, somehow they talked, somehow she felt a warmth that she had been missing for decades, somehow she was thinking with just her heart when she invited him to her house, forgetting every logical thought and dumbfounded glance she would get, it hit her later when her parents are out of words when they see him which why she danced around the idea of him sneaking out of her window room instead of the front door, not wanting her brother or Will to see him yet. 

After that they spent their time at his. The first time she was inside, her heart sank. It was a physical prove that he’s a whole different person, with a different family and home, in that moment it felt like she’s getting the call about his passing all over again. It felt so wrong and she just had to make any excuse to head back home. 

One day she woke up and decided to leave it to fate and it led her to live decades with him as acquaintances, friends, best friends, lovers, until he died and she was left with the hurt again…

Bonus+ 

#Karma got its kiss for me.

THE END OF THE F***ING WORLD (2017—)