(Was this too much?)

Just a memory now.

His eyes were closed. Almost as if he was sleeping. But his pulse was gone. His smile was missing. It wasn't him anymore. It was a fake. Jinx knew this had to be some sort of cruel trick. It was an accident. It was an accident...

Jinx felt a lump in her throat like a thorn embedded in her skin. A thorn. That reminded her of the roses he used to leave her. She hadn't known it, but it was an apology for not being there when she needed him. When she broke down. When she couldn't keep the tears bottled up inside anymore.

Now was one of those times.

Jinx felt distant. Her mind couldn't comprehend the severity of what was happening. She didn't believe it. None of it seemed real.

People pitied her. They smiled and said they were sorry. No they aren't sorry. They didn't even know you... Every day she got the same result. Until she locked herself in her room.

This is the price of falling in love.

She blinked away the tears, breathing heavily. Her eyes blurred, and her hands unconsciously tightened around her rose, the thorns drawing blood from her palm.

Was it worth it?

Jinx remembered his face. What scared her the most was that she was already starting to forget. She remembered the thorns on the rose. The rose he'd given to her.

Every second.

When his funeral came around, she remembered the sick feeling she'd had when she looked into the coffin and saw him lying there motionless. Asleep. He's just sleeping. Any moment he'll wake up.

She repeated those words over and over again, until she forgot their meaning.

His eyes aren't opening.

Jinx turned. Everyone was staring at her now. She never let anyone but Wally see her cry. Who would even expect her to feel.

The thing that hurt the most, was that it was her fault. It was just a Jinx. It was an accident.

She slid down the wall and covered her face in her hands.

Some describe it as a stinging pain when a loved one dies. To Jinx it was a hole. An emptiness. A part of her was missing.

So let's just say no one was surprised when she was found dead in her apartment days later.

On the nightstand there was a single red rose.

Was it worth it?

Every second.