WHAT WE WERE
As he drove down the road a thousand thoughts cluttered his mind. He tried as best he could to make them fade away, he didn't want to think about anything right now. So he rode faster, the wind hit his face in a harsh manner, cold, but it made his thoughts disappear, going for a ride on his bike always seemed to clear his mind, but there was something about this ride he knew would be different.
The faster he rode, the faster he got there, this was something he had failed to take into consideration.
He regretted it now, now that he was there. St. Timothy's. The lot behind the church where he parked his motorcycle was more than half filled with cars. People heading into the building with somber looks on their face. Some tears, a lot of silence.
He let out an audible sigh, and did his best at convincing himself that he should be there.
"Jason." An apparently harsh voice came from behind him.
"Lucky." He let out another sigh and spoke "Look, I…"
"… Don't speak. You were her friend, kind of. I'm not going to make you leave, it wouldn't be right. Just know that I don't like it."
"Fine." He agreed, and stood there a minute as Lucky walked away. He looked up at the church again. This time trying to convince himself to go inside, convince his feet to move.
How had any of this happened? How had he reached where he was? So much had changed in so little time. Jason wasn't one for looking back, but ever since he'd heard the news, since he'd heard the words coming straight from Sonny's mouth 'Elizabeth Webber is dead.', he couldn't seem to help himself.
Elizabeth was dead. 'Dead', The word rang in his ears. He had spent so much time and energy trying to keep her safe, telling her that his life was too dangerous for her, and she died anyway, she hadn't even been part of his life for a long time, and she was killed anyway.
Married at 22. Mother at 23. Divorced and dead at 24. That's what her life had become, what he had let it become.
As he drove down the road a thousand thoughts cluttered his mind. He tried as best he could to make them fade away, he didn't want to think about anything right now. So he rode faster, the wind hit his face in a harsh manner, cold, but it made his thoughts disappear, going for a ride on his bike always seemed to clear his mind, but there was something about this ride he knew would be different.
The faster he rode, the faster he got there, this was something he had failed to take into consideration.
He regretted it now, now that he was there. St. Timothy's. The lot behind the church where he parked his motorcycle was more than half filled with cars. People heading into the building with somber looks on their face. Some tears, a lot of silence.
He let out an audible sigh, and did his best at convincing himself that he should be there.
"Jason." An apparently harsh voice came from behind him.
"Lucky." He let out another sigh and spoke "Look, I…"
"… Don't speak. You were her friend, kind of. I'm not going to make you leave, it wouldn't be right. Just know that I don't like it."
"Fine." He agreed, and stood there a minute as Lucky walked away. He looked up at the church again. This time trying to convince himself to go inside, convince his feet to move.
How had any of this happened? How had he reached where he was? So much had changed in so little time. Jason wasn't one for looking back, but ever since he'd heard the news, since he'd heard the words coming straight from Sonny's mouth 'Elizabeth Webber is dead.', he couldn't seem to help himself.
Elizabeth was dead. 'Dead', The word rang in his ears. He had spent so much time and energy trying to keep her safe, telling her that his life was too dangerous for her, and she died anyway, she hadn't even been part of his life for a long time, and she was killed anyway.
Married at 22. Mother at 23. Divorced and dead at 24. That's what her life had become, what he had let it become.