Setting: A garden in New York
Characters: Jackson and Laura
“I’m sorry,” Laura started to say but was cut off when Jackson got a hold of her hands.
Jackson caught her chin in his hands and raised it so she met his gaze. “Don’t. Don’t do this.”
Laura paid no attention to the tear that spilled onto her cheek. “Look, I have a life, a home, and family,” she had to look away it hurt too much. “I have a boyfriend, and we’re happy at home. He’s a good man, Jackson, I don’t know what I would if I hurt him.”
“What about you? What about your happiness? Do you even love him, Laura?”
“What about all that? I’m not the only one living here. Other people are in this too, you know. It’s not only you and me. Laura kept her gaze locked with his as she raised her hand and smoothed his hair down.
“I love you. Don’t you dare say you don’t love me, because I see it in your eyes every time you see me. We were meant to be together. Don’t do this. Please.” He whispered the last word; his voice was filled with agony.
“Stop, I can’t be with you and you knew. I told you.” She took her scarf and placed it around his shoulders.
Damn everyone to hell. He knew she was right. Oh, how he knew. She always reminded him for him not to get too attached, because this was only a fling. A one time thing, yet she still got under his skin, straight to his heart and the base of his soul. He bent his head slowly and kissed her tenderly. He needed this. He needed this. One last taste and feel for what he will lose forever. His one true love he never will see again. In such a short time, he fell in love. Love. Now that he had it, he never wanted to let it go. He spent more days without feeling anything he wanted the flare of emotions that Laura had brought to him. One last touch, he wept inside as she took her scarf and tied it around his eyes. All the CIA training in the world couldn’t stop of the tearing of his heart as he realized in the next few seconds she would be gone. Forever - without a second glance back.
As Laura finished tying her scarf around, she stood on her toes and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “You’re right. I do love you. More than you can comprehend. Life with you will be an impossible life. Don’t follow me.” She kissed the corner of his mouth and walked away. She walked some distance away before she turned to her right and hide in the thickest of bushes. Laura crouched low and watched him as she let the silent tears weal up in her eyes and spill over.
Jackson raised his hands and slid her scarf off so he can see the light. Even as he stared off into the beauty of the garden, he wasn’t really seeing anything. He was numb. He couldn’t believe that the one time he could love someone; the universe was cruel enough to take her away from him. But he loved her enough to Let go. Love was a choice. She had to choose to be with him. If the pull was stronger with her boyfriend than it was with him, than he wouldn’t-couldn’t-stop her.
Watching him trough the green leaves hurt. It hurt more than a snipers bullet ripping through her arm. He looked as lost and sad as she felt. She imagined true love as life filled with happiness and passion. Not full of hurt and despair. It took all of her will just for her to stay put, and not run like a madman to him and kiss the sense out of him.
Jackson wandered over to a lone red rose and tore it from its stem, ignoring the pain as the thorn slit through his skin, drawing blood. This one rose reminded so much of Laura it was unbelievable. The silky pestle, how it felt like her smooth, soft skin beneath fingertips. The dark red resembled her passion. And her lips. How he can kiss them all night and still want more. The way the roses pestle barely opened up, but enough for him to slide under her skin. He softly put the silky rose to his lips and murmured something he should have said when she was walking away. “Goodbye my sweet, sweet, Laura. Your love will stay with me until the day I die.” He walked over to the lake before him and held the rose above the water. He let the silky flower slip from him as he did with Laura. He was disgusted with himself. As the flower fell away, from him. He watched the rose fall at a steady pace to the clear lake. Hopping his words will be drifted to her. Jackson composed himself, raised his chin and straightened his shoulders and walked away without a second glance back, at his loss of happiness, loss of hope. Loss of love.
Laura was torturing herself as she watched him . She watched as he picked up the rose and said something. She stood and turned on her heel. “Jackson, I love you. Always will.” As she walked away from her love. Away from their love for one another.
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