Brooklyn, Baby | Spot Conlon ²

Chp. 40: One Ending

**possible trigger warning**

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A couple days went by, and Kendall didn't leave her room.

Jack checked in every hour on the hour, offering food to her. She always said no. He was worried.

Days earlier:

"Jack!" She wept in his arms.

"Kendall, we've been worried sick--"

"He's dead, Jack, they killed him," She cried.

"Killed who?"

"Spot," She sobbed uncontrollably.

"What? Kenny," He hugged her tightly.

"I tried," She cried. "And now he's g-gone,"

As her brother, Jack wanted to shield her from everything that caused her pain. If he could, he'd take it from her in a heartbeat.

Racetrack also mourned with Kenny. He was in shock when he heard the news. Rosaline did everything she could to cheer him up, but to no success.

"Kenny," Bucky whispered.

She looked at him, and he winced. Her eyes were filled with so much sadness, he even felt sad himself.

"You gotta eat,"

"I'm not hungry,"

"Well, are you gonna open it?" He gestured to the envelope she had in front of her.

"I can't."

Spot had slipped her an envelope when they locked eyes, right before she left him to his death. She was livid with herself.

She should've died with him, she thought.

The thought of opening a letter he wrote to her pained her. Hearing his voice in her mind would break her heart.

"I really think you should," Bucky placed his hand on hers, kissing her temple. She softly smiled, watching him leave.

She had so many people surrounding her that she loved. But, something was missing. A piece of her soul was missing.

"Hey," She heard.

"Hi," She spoke to her red-headed friend.

"How are you feeling?"

"Empty."

Rosaline's eyes brimmed with tears as she was the only one that knew.

She had lost her baby.

"I'm so sorry, Kendall," She hugged her.

"It's my fault, Ros,"

"No, it's not." She shook her head.

"I should be dead with him,"

"Kendall Anne Sullivan, do not say such a thing!"

"I can't live without him,"

"You did it once,"

"But now he's really gone," Kenny looked down at the envelope.

Rosaline followed her gaze, glancing at the envelope. She knew Kendall should read it, but she wasn't going to push it. She'd get there on her own.

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The next day, she walked to Brooklyn. She needed to get the rest of her things from their room, as Bucky would soon move into it.

"Hiya Kenny Sullivan," Wiz spoke.

"Kenny!" Ace's face lit up when he saw her. "I need to talk to ya,"

"What is it?"

"You need to watch your back," He said quietly. "John Luciano was spotted in Manhattan. He might be after you again,"

"That might not be too bad," She muttered.

"Just be careful," He placed a hand on her shoulder.

She nodded, sighing.

She gathered all of her things from Spot's. A couple of shirts, her suspenders. A picture of the two of them. She took a deep breath, and closed the door.

She outgrew Brooklyn. There was no need for her to return now, it will become a simple memory.

Manhattan, she decided, would also be temporary. New York held too many memories, that she didn't need to relive constantly.

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She stared at the envelope in her hands, and tore it open without thinking. She held back a tear as her eyes scanned the lines.

She cried as she read, "Soon I may need to do something. I can't explain it to you. It will be the worst thing I ever do to you."

He was right. The worst thing he ever did to her was disappear for years. Although she forgave him, those were the hardest years of her life.

She held the letter to her heart.

She stuck the letter inside her copy of Romeo and Juliet. She ran her fingers over the cover, and closed her eyes.

There was only one ending to their story.

She knew she had to go. It would save the people she loved from being hurt anymore. It would save herself from hurting too.

She couldn't live without Spot.

She took out paper and a pencil, breathing deeply.

Jack,

I'm so sorry I had to do this. I'll always love you. Take care of the plantation for me every once and a while.

Goodbye.

She wrote quickly, leaving the note at his bed. She took one last look at his innocent face, and left the room.

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He awoke the next morning, not a care in the world. He went about his normal morning routine, only stopping to pick up a piece of paper that had fallen on the ground.

He read it, and looked up. Race walked in to see Jack looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"Jacky, what's wrong?"

"Kendall,"

"What about her?"

"She, k-killed herself."

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