Set after Brenda left Port Charles.
Brenda likes to go to one particular café in Paris. Every morning, she gets a double espresso and a fresh apple crepe and sits outside at her usual table watching the people walk by. She often studies their faces, wonders what their stories are, ponders if they are happy or miserable. She knows it's hard to read the truth on someone's face. It's easy to mask your feelings if you put your mind to it.
She doesn't really miss Jax. Well, sometimes she thinks about him. His broad back wet from ocean water after a day of surfing, the sun glistening in his hair, his smile. But she doesn't miss him, not really.
She doesn't really miss Sonny. Every now and then, she thinks of his eyes, his walk, the sound of his voice. But she doesn't miss him.
She *does* miss the Quartermaines. She misses Ned's laugh, Edward's hugs and Lila's gentle nature. She misses the warm study and the beautiful gardens.
But the person she misses the most, the one who creeps into her mind every morning is the last person she would have expected to find there.
Jason.
Jason Morgan.
She misses Jason. She misses the fire in his eyes when she makes him angry. She misses the way he rubs his hands over his face when he's frustrated. Her heart beats a little faster when she thinks about the way he holds her when she cries, the way he looks at her when she talks to him. She values that he never goes back on a promise. She can always trust him to stay true to his word.
She told Jason she's so happy for Courtney and him, giving her best to the bride to be. She tells him she's glad he has found happiness, someone to spend the rest of his life with, how she's so glad he found Courtney.
She knows better than anyone that it's easy to mask your feelings if you put your mind to it.
Brenda likes to go to one particular café in Paris. Every morning, she gets a double espresso and a fresh apple crepe and sits outside at her usual table watching the people walk by. She often studies their faces, wonders what their stories are, ponders if they are happy or miserable. She knows it's hard to read the truth on someone's face. It's easy to mask your feelings if you put your mind to it.
She doesn't really miss Jax. Well, sometimes she thinks about him. His broad back wet from ocean water after a day of surfing, the sun glistening in his hair, his smile. But she doesn't miss him, not really.
She doesn't really miss Sonny. Every now and then, she thinks of his eyes, his walk, the sound of his voice. But she doesn't miss him.
She *does* miss the Quartermaines. She misses Ned's laugh, Edward's hugs and Lila's gentle nature. She misses the warm study and the beautiful gardens.
But the person she misses the most, the one who creeps into her mind every morning is the last person she would have expected to find there.
Jason.
Jason Morgan.
She misses Jason. She misses the fire in his eyes when she makes him angry. She misses the way he rubs his hands over his face when he's frustrated. Her heart beats a little faster when she thinks about the way he holds her when she cries, the way he looks at her when she talks to him. She values that he never goes back on a promise. She can always trust him to stay true to his word.
She told Jason she's so happy for Courtney and him, giving her best to the bride to be. She tells him she's glad he has found happiness, someone to spend the rest of his life with, how she's so glad he found Courtney.
She knows better than anyone that it's easy to mask your feelings if you put your mind to it.
