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"Bye the way I love the paintings." Damien said smiling and walking towards her.
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"Thank you. I made them all for you two. Wedding gifts from Jake, Rachael, and I," she told him as she carried them.
"And thank you for everything." He said smiling.
"Anything for you two," she said with a wink, "So, you two headed off to your honeymoon now?"
"Tomorrow we're leaving." He said nodding.
"Oh how wonderful! Enjoy it as much as you can!" She said happily, "Where are you two going?"
"Oh wow! The Americas! Bring me something, won't you?" She said as she kissed both their cheeks, "Okay, well I'm really tired. I hope you liked the wedding, and I'll see you tomorrow or after the trip." She walked back to her room, paintings in hand, and her dress ruined from the paint and torn apart from the roots.
"Of course I will." He said smiling and walking back to the castle.
Vladimir showed Damien where them picnic was going to be set up, as Becca, Victor, Rachael, and Michael all walked up to them. Everyone but Becca knew what was going down, but decided not to bother her. Although Becca didn't know exactly what they were planning, she could guess that they were setting up for a birthday picnic for her. She went over to a large tree and sat down underneath it, not wanting to be disturbed from her depressing thoughts and feelings. Her family watched her from the distance, feeling guilty and helpless in the situation.
Damien looked at becca sighing quietly to himself muttering something under his breath.
"What was that love?" Vlad asked him quietly as he set down the large blanket.
"Nothing just a small prayer." He said.
"Oh," he said quietly, then turned to the other boys, telling them to go do something else instead of just standing there. A few minutes later, Becca came back to the blanket to help set up the food. "Ahh, how lovely! seventeen years old already!" Vlad said happily as he hugged his cousin. Becca didn't respond, having a blank look on her face. "Damien, have you any word of Jake?" she asked him with pleading eyes.
"No words it is still silent from him but I did get something from a search crew." Damien said looking at Becca pulling out a note. "They said after finding the plane which Jake was on they didn't find his body so they sent out another team and found remains of people, what they assume are survivors living in that area they are positive Jake is among them." He told her.
She took the note in shaking hands and looked up at him. "Damien, please, if you know anything else, or find out anything else, tell me. This pain is unbearable, and I cannot live in the false hope that Jake has left me forever. Promise me you will tell me if something has happened?" she told him sadly.
"I promise I'll tell you." Damien said looking down at her.
She nodded and turned around to read the note.
Damien stayed quiet as she read the note his eyes closed.
((Basically it said that they have high hopes jake's alive, as well as a few others who managed the escape the plane crash and they'll keep looking.))
((Mmk, thanks)) Becca read the note, then cast a burning spell over it. "This is of absolute no use to me! Tell them to only contact me once they've found something," she said angrily as she climbed the large tree.
"Becca, honey, come down from there." He said looking up at her.
"No! You don't understand! I couldn't keep one guy if I wanted to! Don't you see?! I'm the daughter of Death! Anyone whom I love is in danger!" She cried.
He sighed and climbed up next to her. "Well that's not true at all Becca and you know it's not true."
"Yes it is! You've never had to look into the eyes of those who died because of your actions. Don't say that you know how I feel," she told him as she pulled her knees up to her chest and his her face.
"Yes I have." He said quietly while looking at her. "It was about two years ago when I confided in my brother I was gay he told my parents and well the next day my dad came up to me said he'd rather be dead then have a son like me. He took out a revolver put to his head and shot himself, so it was my fault he's dead if I hadn't said anything none of that would've happened I've hated myself ever since that day." He said his voice weak as he looked down.
She didn't make a sound, still crying to herself.
"So I do know what it's like Becca." He said putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Please, just stop. I hate my life. I hate myself," she said sadly.
"Becca please don't say that." He said looking at her concerned.
"No, I hate everything about me," she sobbed, "John hated me, Mel hated me, and now Jake hates me. No one loves me."
John loved you and you know he did, Mel loved you despite everything she said, Jake doesn't hate you and your family loves you your friends love you." He said.
She shook her head and kept sobbing. "Why is it no one can stay with me and love me?"
"I can not answer that." He said looking at her.
"I know, I'm sorry, Damien," she responded sadly.
"No, it's not. I'm treating you awful just because I'm in an awful mood," she said.
She wiped her tears away and nodded. "I feel terrible."
"Don't feel too bad dear." He said.
"No, it's just that I was being a total ass to Jake before he left. I felt unloved, so I avoided him as much as possible. I didn't get a chance to tell him that I loved him before he left," she sobbed again.
"You didn't get a chance to tell him anything before he left, nobody really knew he'd leave like that." He said hating to see her upset.
She didn't say anything, but her sobs gradually calmed down to soft whimpers.
"Damien, what if he left me because I wasn't right for him?" she asked innocently, "What if he didn't like me?"
"Oh course he liked you." He said turning and looking at her directly. "Don't ever think he didn't like you, I mean he married you." He said looking down in hesitation whether to tell her something or not.
Becca raised an eyebrow when she saw his hesitation. "What is it, Damien?"
"Damien, please tell me," she pleaded with sad eyes, "I need to know everything."((bye))
