#hidehillplotdrop001

task 001 : memorial outfit

somebody asked me if i knew you memories flashed through my mind, i just smiled and said “i used to.”

Hidehill Plot Drop 001

Hidehill Task 001 : Memorial Outfits

"To say that you're my best friend is the understatement of the century. You're the sister I never had. You're sometimes the mother I often need. The reason why I can stumble so furiously into adventures, because she's always there. She is always, always there."

task 001: vigil outfit

❝ I never thought I’d say goodbye to you. Not like this. ❞

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𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗣𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗼𝗽 ⁽ ⁰⁰¹ ⁾ ﹕𝗝𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿❜𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗹

* Looks around to see several people crying their eyes out. *

❝ Behavioral Health is going to have a field day with this… ❞

* Places rose on top of casket and walks away. *

It came in flashes.

Memories flooded, fading silhouettes of a group of kids. The distorted sound of laughing and shouting. She saw Jade’s bright eyes and sparking smile. 

It passed like a montage behind the closed lids of Julia’s green eyes. It seemed worse now that she was laying down in the middle of Fairy Trail. It was memories of her best friend. Of the times they would laugh together. Countless sleep overs. Teasing her over Ledger or watching Charles crush on her from afar. It was holding Rowan for the first time. It was everything. There wasn’t a scene in her life story that Jade wasn’t here. And laying here in Fairy Trail, the memories seem to hit her deeper and faster. 

Ledger had been right - Jade loves this place.

No - loved. 

The tightening of her heart, the burning of her lungs and twist of her stomach were not new to Julia Escarra. No, she had felt these same things when her folks had passed away. 

Jade Parker was dead.

Dead.

Murdered.

Julia let out a sob.

It should have been her. Jade was dead because of her fucking fault and she was too much of coward to tell anyone. 

That night she disappeared, they were supposed to get their hair done together and then grab dinner and go dancing. That was the plan. They had it in the books for months. Girls night. And Julia had cancelled an hour before. Not for a shift - not for any good reason.  Archer had called - asked her to come over. Julia could almost hear her friend’s words.

“You’re such a loser! You owe me Jules, and I’m telling you, you’re gonna fall in love with that man if you’re not careful but go have fun and be SAFE! I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch.”

Jade never made it to brunch.

A bitter laugh from Julia’s mouth - Jade had always known her so well. And yet, her friend had never been mad at her for ditching.

While Julia found herself in Archer’s bed, her best and oldest friend, had been taken. And then killed for no good reason.

If she hadn’t been alone, if Julia had been a decent friend, Jade would be fine. She wouldn’t have been found so tortured. Jade wouldn’t have died scared. Rowan, her six year old niece, wouldn't have to grow without her mother. 

Sitting up, Julia wiped at her eyes and looked down at the bottle of tequila in her hands. She knew what this was. It was the start of the same spiral from five years ago. And yet, she gave two fucks because her best friend was dead. 

Dead.

Murdered.

Fucking dead. 

She took a long swing from the bottle and then clutched  it to her chest as the familiar burn of tequila numbed the ache in her heart and darkened her soul just a little bit more. Her body quaked with the desire to sob and scream, but even as her eyes glistened and tears trailed down her cheeks, Julia didn’t make a sound. 

With eyes trained to the million of twinkling stars, all she wondered was which one belonged to Jade now. 

Hidehill Plot Drop 001

Hidehill Task 001 : Memorial Outfits

"I’m sorry this happened to you. You’ll be missed, Jade.” - Amelia