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But I knew you dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight
Jackson gently spun April underneath his arm before looping her back around into his gentle embrace. He knew that this wouldn’t last forever, nothing did for him, but God would he never let this moment end, even if it meant memorising every crease in the jumper and smile lines that April wore with impeccable pride.
He would give every penny he had to give them five more minutes of this moment. Five more minutes of the charade of doctors coats and blood stained scrubs traded for lose fitting jeans and the gentle pacing of their almost-waltz.
Once they got home, or to what was once home, April would leave and it will all be gone. Their dance wasn’t romantic but by the grace of everything holy did Jackson believe that only a God could make something he could love more.
I knew you, hand under my sweatshirt
It made him think back to when she was his and he was hers. It made him think of the once in a lifetime moments they had shared. It made him think about how the forever they had vowed to each other had shatter underneath their feet. Their kingdom broken beyond repair.
The thoughts of their nights alone together and her gentle touches came forth and if he was a stronger man, he would’ve stopped their sways and swirls and kept a respectful distance. But he didn’t. He kept his hand in hers and twisted her around the street once again.
When you are young, they assume you know nothing
They had said it wouldn’t work. Even his own mother had doubted them. And perhaps they were right, of course they were, she was in love with another man and leaving him forever in a matter of minutes. But he wouldn’t give up. He would come back; he just needed to trust her enough to come back too.
The thought of her with Matthew sent a chill down his spine, but the thought of her happy without him hurt more than any knife could. But April’s happiness was all he cared about so he would be regarded as the fool evermore if it meant that he would wait for her to be happy with him. But he had to try, one more time.
But I knew you, playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends
He spun her again, slowing their pace to a standstill. He thought back to the youth of their love. When nothing was painful and the complications of life didn’t matter. When it was only her and him. When it was only a matter of how and never if. He thought back to the dates and the soft words exchanged in the OR.
You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'
“April. Don’t.”
“Don’t what.” She giggled, still swaying to the pace of the silent music.
He sighed and pulled her closer. “Don’t leave me. Don’t go. Stay.”
“Jackson I-“ she froze and looked over the street to her apartment. “I can’t. Im sorry.”
And she ran.
And Jackson watched as the love of his love ran away from him.