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Could It Be Any Harder"And I will always be a part of you, in your heart. I won't ever leave you." She swore to him, pulling away to look in his eyes. "If we could only be together."
"I will find a way to you Jen. I will come for you." Wes promised. "This is not goodbye, don't even think it. And when I find you, I'm never letting you go again."
Jen kissed him one final time before getting onto the ship, looking out of the window to her love. Despite his promises, she knew she'd never see him again, never hear his voice, it was impossible. But lies were always happier than the truth.
The engine started up as her friends gathered around her, watching Wes as they began their ascent, Wes' face remorseful.
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And so, just like that, she was gone. Swallowed by a rip in the sky, eclipsed by the whitest light he'd ever seen; and just as suddenly as his friends had dropped into his life, they had been snatched out of it, leaving him alone on the beach with the sounds of the tide and the birds making it seem as if nothing had ever happened.
Wesley Collins took a few minutes to look at the patch of sky which had torn apart only moments ago and stolen Jen out of his arms; the last thing he saw of her were tears rolling down her face, really believing that that was goodbye.
You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
You were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time
Looking back to the day in the park, where Wes had braved everything to finally tell Jen how he felt and shared their first kiss, Wes could not believe that it had happened only a few days ago, it felt more like a lifetime ago. For one month, he had become the Red Ranger, battling evil mutants, finding new extraordinary friends, finding himself and finding love. He had felt fulfilled, but now, without them, without Jen…
He had a perfect image of Jen's face; it was the day he'd first made her smile. They were in the clock tower and everyone else had gone out. Jen had been working, as usual, while Wes had watched TV. It had only been a few days after arriving in the 21st century, and Jen was still reeling from Alex's death. Wes had attempted to clean the place up a little, but having always been the rich kid, the best he'd ever been able to do was fluff pillows. Despite this, he got out the duster, but didn't know where the polish was. He asked Jen, and she vaguely replied that it was in the kitchen. He remembered finding the canister on the table-top and grabbed it, without even looking at the label. Wes had picked up the squirty cream and began cleaning everything with that. Jen was in fits, finding Wes' stupidity thoroughly entertaining. She was laughing so long, and despite the fact that it was at his expense, he didn't mind, just to see her smile was worth it. Wes believed it was at that moment that he began to care for Jen more than he was supposed to.
Could it be any harder
To say goodbye and without you
Could it be any harder to watch you go
To face what's true
If I only had one more day…
Wes began to walk around, to no place in particular, he just needed something to keep himself moving, something to keep himself from breaking down. He couldn't imagine waking up every morning without seeing Jen's face, or Lucas', Trip's or Katie's for that matter.
He reached their park, and looked at the tree where they'd been, imagining that he and Jen were still sitting there, that he'd fallen asleep and this was all some horrible dream. Jen would wake him up any moment and laugh at the notion that she would leave him. He waited for a few seconds, grabbing onto the last few glimpses of illogical hope. Seconds passed, and he was still standing there, without Jen.
I lie down and I blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing
And how I wish I could turn back the hours
But I know I just don't have the power
Could it be any harder
To say goodbye and without you
Could it be any harder to watch you go
To face what's true
If I only had one more day…
He knew, somehow deep down, that their love was impossible. It exceeded time, went beyond the stars, it was like mortals pretending they could be gods. But no, they didn't have enough power to prevent the inevitable. Wes knew that his heart might break, but he believed Jen was worth the hurt because a short time with her was better than a lifetime with anyone else. If he could go back and do it all over, he wouldn't change a thing; if he could go back and spend more time with her though…
I'd jump at the chance
We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close to your every word
As if it's your last, I know it's your last
Cause today, you're gone
Could it be any harder
To say goodbye and without you
Could it be any harder to watch you go
To face what's true
If we only had one more day…
There were so many things he wished he could tell Jen, just to hear the sound of her sweet voice. He had walked back to the clock tower, climbing its steps seemed to take longer now, the top just an empty echo of what it used to be. Wes wasn't sure what to do with this life now. He couldn't stay in the clock tower, it served no purpose; it would have to return to the dust and the cobwebs he had found it in and live back at home, where his father would most likely force him to follow in his corporate footsteps.
As for love… he knew there would be no one in his life that would even compare with Jen. And as for her… he had told her to have a good life, and he meant it, he didn't want her to be alone. Wes understood that they had to sacrifice themselves for the greater good, but he didn't have to like it. All the thoughts in his head were: Would she find someone? Have kids?
Like the sand on my feet
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever
And I wish you didn't go
I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away.
To touch you again
With life in your hands
He found a pen and piece of paper on the desk and slumped down on the chair. He began to write everything and anything he felt for Jen and with Jen, hopes he had, wishes he wanted fulfilled. Without realizing it, he'd written a letter to her, as if it could just be sent off and she could be near him the next day. But perhaps, one day, he could hold her in his arms again.
It couldn't be any harder, harder, harder