Wishing Star

Author's notes: Just a short piece that came into my mind as I was listening to the song "I wish you loved me". Just a sweet Jibbs oneshot. Written from Jen's POV. Enjoy.

Wishing Star

One evening, when I stand by my bedroom window, my gaze strides up to the sky. I wrap my arms around my body, dressed in only a thin and silky robe, I'm shivering. I let my eyes sweep the dark night sky. It is such a clear night; I can see a billion of stars looking back down at me. I blink once, and when I look back up, I look up just in the right time to see a star fall. A wishing star.

I blush a little, not entirely sure what my wish would be. But I know who it will concern. I glance over to the framed photo on my drawer. A photo portraying me outside a small farmer's house in Serbia. Every time I look at it, I think not of the fact that it is me, but I think of the man behind the camera that I was smiling at.

I turn my head back to the night sky. Trying to think of something to wish.

I wish… With all my heart, I wish that he is happy. I have always cared for him, and I still do. I know what he has gone through in his time, and I wish that he will be happy.

I wish him peace. I want him to be able to find peace in his heart and in his soul. I know it's not easy to find, I still haven't. But I would wish it for him, because he deserves it, after all he's done to help other people. Including me.

I wish he could have back everything he's lost in life. Even though I'm not sure that's a true wish, I would wish it for him. I would wish he never knew what it feels like to lose someone you love.

I wish I could give him all of this.

And I wish I could give him so much more.

I wish that I had never left him. I wish he knew that the hardest thing I've ever had to do was to make that goddamn choice that took him away from me. I wish there was enough strength in me to tell him so. I wish I had the power to change the past.

I wish I could give him the world – not that I'd think he'd want it – but I wish I could be the one to give him all he'd ever wanted – and more. I wish I am the one to give him that happiness, that peace of mind.

I wish he was mine. I wish he still loved me.

It takes me a while, but I finally reach my ultimate wish. I wish he still loved me.

I take my eyes off the sky, and to my great surprise I see a car parked outside my house, and a man leaning against the hood. I smile and rest my head against the window frame as our eyes meet. My heart leaps as he mouths "I love you", forming a heart with his hands and sending me a questioning look. I nod, tears of pure happiness beading in my eyelashes.

I never believed in wishes before, but I just might change my opinion on that point, from now on and until the end of our time, when I will have given him everything I had wished him.

The End