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abel & savannah

        The second Abel can see Savannah get up from her seat, he does the same. After whispering a quiet I’ll be back in a minute to his mom and his son sitting in the church pew next to him, heads for the same door his friend’s just used to get out of the building. His throat is tight as he approaches her but he tries his best to relax and make sure he’s ready to talk comfort. 

       “Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he says — though he tries, he can’t bring himself to even chuckle at the joke. He tries his best to put a comforting smile on his face instead, something warm that is going to make Savannah calm down. “Of course,” he says and then a silence falls between them. He tries to fill it any way he can — not with words but with a hug. He wraps his arms around his friend’s frame, just like he’s done so many times these past few days, gently rubbing her back. 

        “You can do this. We can,” Abel tells her when they pull away. He’s not sure how much truth there is to his words because he’s broken down at least five times getting ready this morning but that’s not the side of himself that he wants the other’s to see. No, he has to be strong for his friends, for situations exactly like this one. He needs to bring solace, he doesn’t need his friends worrying about how he’s doing himself. “Do you need me to sit in the front with you? I can do that if this will make you feel better.”

Nearly everyone she’s ever known is sitting behind her, and she senses that about ninety percent of those people are flicking their gaze toward where she sits, curious to see the widow in action. It wasn’t out of malice, Savannah knew that much, but it was a lot, and the fresh air couldn’t be more welcome at any other point in her life. 

A small smile pulls at her lips as she sees Abel’s familiar frame, his earnest apology giving her the first semblance of a smile she’s had in days. She drinks in the silence with a heavy breath, knowing she doesn’t have to keep it together with Abel ---- he’d be there no matter what. She still does, though, knowing that it would just open the floodgate of emotions she’s tried suppress since the news. Too many things to do was her excuse. Her shoulders relax in the embrace (she didn’t even realize they were tense in the first place) and for once she can finally breathe normally, the anxious knot in her stomach loosening for a split second of relief. 

His words as they pull away make her eyes fog up, and she’s quick to bring a silk handkerchief to her eyes, desperate to wipe away any evidence of a breakdown. Not here, not now. “Oh, you don’t have to do that Abel. Is Tony here? I’m sure he’ll be full of questions only a father can answer.” The words end up being more morbid that she’d planned them to sound, and the tears are welling up again, so she can’t help but to take him up on his offer. A hand she could squeeze tightly but subtly. “But if you really don’t mind, it’s awful lonely up there.” 

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jack & savannah

Jack’s instinct was to follow her out. He tried not to make a scene as he went, knowing mostly everyone’s eyes would be on Savannah as she left — and on him as a consequence of following her lead. His dress shoes thumped the creaky church floor as he moved, quickly, to the chapel’s exit. He hadn’t planned on staying long, or even saying anything really. Just wanted to check and make sure she was okay. Though that was probably stupid considering the circumstances. How could anyone be okay in this situation? Least of all Savannah?

He nodded as she spoke, unable to find any words that would be comforting. That was never really his strong suit, even during their high school days. “Yeah.” Jack said simply, eyes trained on her as he spoke. He wished he could do better, wanted desperately to say something that would help. But that crisp Saturday morning he’d planned only on sitting in the back, and staring off into nothing as they said goodbye to their old friend. Not so much comforting someone who likely could not be comforted. 

He chewed the inside of his lip as he thought. “I’m assuming you cam in with the funeral party, but I can take you home if you want.” Jack said, his tone gentle. “We don’t have to talk, or go anywhere. I know you have a lot on your plate.”

She tried to be graceful in her exit ---- she really had. But it was definitely the church’s fault for draining all the oxygen in the room, absolutely NOT the fact that she may have been losing it. Savannah never lost it, whatever ‘it’ was. Not even when Judah showed up to her house two hours late and already drunk for prom, no corsage in sight. The memory showed up without warning and she tightened her grasp around her necklace, trying to regulate her breaths like she had done a thousand times in yoga class. 

Of course Jack would be the first one to show up by her side as her facade started to crack slightly. His was a welcome sight. He was always someone she’d looked up to, and though they hadn’t talked in ages, his presence made it a little easier. Even the simple ‘yeah’ as she spoke, made her feel like she was back in high school, ranting and raving about whatever wasn’t immediately in her control to his patient, listening ears. 

She nodded at his words. Home. Savannah had never expected to fill the house up with her old high school friends, and hesitated before sending the invitations. She was surprised most of them took her up on it, but she’d rather have a bunch of people she used to know and love staying with her than staying in that huge house alone. “That would be amazing, honestly.” She sighed a small breath of relief at the suggestion, standing up straight, her heels digging slightly in the soft grass. “I think a normal conversation with an old friend, without all those pitying looks I’ve been getting all morning, is just what I need.”

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savannah price always had the upper hand in life. perpetually in control, organized and prepared. she is none of the above as she sits in the first row of the church pews, perfect posture leaning against the uncomfortable wood. she is too fucking young to be doing this. she’d always laughed people off when they commented on how attached to the hip her and judah were, two peas in a pod. she can’t stop thinking about how true those statements and jokes were, feeling completely empty without his essence to complete her. 

her racing thoughts and the deafening silence of the church as people shuffled out are all too much, and the blonde grabs her chanel clutch, heels clicking as she swiftly exits through the side door. she takes a deep breath, leaning against the wood paneling. her eyes close as manicured fingers play with the thin gold chain around her neck ---- a small piece of jewelry judah had managed to trade his shoes and a few coins for on their honeymoon. she hadn’t taken it off since.

she jumps a little as her eyes open to find that she’s no longer alone, standing up straight again. blue eyes rest upon one of her old friends. “jesus, you scared me half to death. i ought to put a bell around your ankle.” the words are a joking tease, though her face was unable to muster up even a polite smile. she was all out of simple courtesies since judah had passed, doled out to too many distant acquaintances giving their condolences. “thanks for coming. i can’t fucking do this anymore.” she sighs, unable to even thank them without adding some miserable complaint on the tail end of the sentence. 

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hi guys, it’s lexi, i’m 23 and i’m from the est timezone!! i am the Dumbest and can’t find the document i wrote my app in so below the cut you can find some more info on savannah! if you’d like to plot you can hit me up here or on d*scord :-)

savannah grew up in the nicer parts of town, her father being a well known lawyer. she was the prized possession, the dream child, the embodiment of the wholesome american dream. 

things had always gone according to plan for savannah. the rat pack was just an extension of that. she was always extremely invested in the group, having no siblings herself they became her family.

she never expeced to fall for judah in high school. they’d always been close friends.

the feelings blossomed slowly but surely before it was inevitable. their relationship had always been complicated. love to hate in quick flashes, fighting and making up constantly, no wonder their friends couldn’t keep up.

when the time came to choose universities, judah and savannah had an agreement not to let each other know where they were applying until they had a definite answer. 

fate had it that they had both applied and got accepted to the same university, and their love blossomed as they discovered new york together.

coming back to cape cod had always been apart of the plan. judah’s success as an architect after their marriage though, was definitely not. her life was more and more of a fairytale as they moved into their large estate.

she was able to focus on her clothing shop in downtown cape cod, and is planning on opening a coffee shop under the same brand, though the accident has halted all business operations for the time being.

judah’s death has completely shattered savannah. he was the one thing she’d always been sure of, the one person who’d never gone anywhere, supported her through ups and downs, and now he was gone.

she’s happy her friends are staying with her through this but she also feels like they’re all strangers living in the house her and judah had made a home.

i’d love to plot further so hmu!! :-)

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you can hide your love forever // comet gain

and she makes up friends in literature. she lived in france and scotland and she paints herself a picture of what he’d look like now. her cigarettes, her cold, cold hands, and a short dark hair and she still loves you, don’t you know? no you never did know.