It had been a year. A year since Jesse had left. To which I have no idea why to. Not a single goodbye, a reason why, or even a small wave. It was shortly after my 'accident' in which I had gotten amnesia for a while, not remembering anyone or anything. As soon as I came back from that trance, Sleepy told me he was gone.
Yeah, Jake, as well as Brad and David found out everything after Jesse had told them from scratch to finish. They knew I could see ghosts, Jesse haunting my bedroom for a hundred and fifty years and how he came back alive. Mom and Andy knew a little; such as I knew Jesse and that he had left, but other than that, nothing more.
I was mad at him, for leaving without saying anything, but I happened to be more mad at Father D. who knew everything, yet didn't bother to say anything to me. Such as for starters, he had helped Jesse become a doctor./p
"Susannah," Father D. began. "I was going to plan on telling you this."
"When?" I asked, tauntingly. "After I got married or something?"
"Even so, telling you this wouldn't make much of an impact on your married life." He waited for me to say something, but when I stayed quiet he raised an eyebrow. "You're not. . . you don't have any other feelings for him, am I right?"
No response.
"Susannah, you must understand-"
I leaned forward from the chair out of frustration, "Understand what? You told me to understand back when he was a ghost, that he needed to move on to his new life. He's back, in human form. What more do I need to understand?"
His fingers began to move the small cigarette box around, something he does when he's frustrated or troubled. There was a moment of silence between us as I collected my thoughts and him collecting his.
"I figure you're right." He sighed, putting the box back into one his drawers.
"Thank you." I leaned back into the chair. "So you know where he is?"
"Unfortunately, I do not. I sent him to Pasadena, after he applied for a job there. He hasn't called in months now."
So, he found a doctor's job in Pasadena, which happened to be 270 miles away from Carmel. More importantly, far away from me. Had he just grown tired of me? Was he just playing these tricks all along? Acting like he actually cared when he didn't?
I couldn't bear to sit around and talk anymore, and I stood up.
"Going already?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm coming here tomorrow for school anyways." I shrugged, shutting the door behind me as I walked out of his office and soon out of the academy itself.
For a moment all of this seemed so unreal, like a dream. I almost expected Jesse to appear next to me, looking all hot and manly as usual. I could almost hear his words in my head of what he was going to say or do that Father D. was right or probably ghost-busting one of my dates. Things he used to do as a ghost.
Don't get me wrong, I couldn't have been more happier for Jesse. He deserved a life, a chance to live. I just never thought doing so would lead to him, well you know, kicking me to the curb. Well you know what they say; if you love something, you have to let it go, and if it loves you, it'll come back.
Apparently, Jesse didn't.
