I always wondered why Jamie assumed he would be enough for Jude. This is kind of dark and if you like Jamie you may not want to read it. Just a little something I wanted to get off my chest. ENJOY!

Tommy and Jude, both fires burning bright, attracting others into their orbit, like moths to a flame. And you know what happens to the moth don't you? Every person in their path gets singed, feels burned.

Their love is not beautiful, it is not kind, it is selfish and it is destructive, but it is strong, stronger than the pull of the moon on the oceans. I don't envy them their love, it comes with too high a price for us mere mortals.

Tears stream down her face as she signs the final paper. I feel no sympathy for her her because she brought this on herself and she has hurt me more than I could ever have touched her. I sit for a moment watching her walk out the door. Somewhere in there was the girl I once loved. I reach for my phone and make a call. This will be my last kindness to her.

"Hello?"

"Tom."

"Who is this?"

"She needs you. Go find her."

"What did you do to her Andrews?" I snort, amused and I hang up. What did I do to her? More like what did she do to me? What they both did to me. Their love is so selfish I'm surprised any of us who cared about them were still left standing. I get up and head for the nearest bar.

I sit here on this stool and I think back to the night before our wedding. I didn't think life could get any better. I was marrying the girl I had loved all my life and my record label was starting to get noticed. Then he showed up at my door. He told me to never let her regret marrying me. He threatened to destroy me if I ever hurt her.

He would do anything to protect her, crush anyone who made her cry, but the truth was, he was the only one who had the power to destroy her. He was all she wanted, but he denied her that wish. He didn't think he was good enough for her. Maybe that had been true back then, but now she was not the same girl she had been. She was changed by their love.

I should have seen the signs at our wedding, but I didn't want to. She loved me, she said. Now I know the tears in her eyes weren't ones of joy. On our wedding night I found out the first harsh truth. When I entered her for the first time there was no surprise in her eyes, no hint of pain.

I thought she had chosen me, but even that small comfort was a lie. He had told her to choose me. He had wanted her to forget him and move on. But of course she could not, had always known she would never love anyone else. Of course I didn't find this out until we had had one of our countless arguments. She would do anything for him, except let him go.

He had disappeared for two months after our wedding and I had started to hope he would stay gone. But of course he came back. He could never leave her.

She had delivered the final blow just last week. She had finally made every ounce of love I had ever held for her, die. We had agreed to meet at a coffee shop to discuss the divorce. She walked in, looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her. Our life together was ending and she was practically glowing. I soon found out why, as she unbuttoned her coat. The cream colored tunic sweater did nothing to hide the slight swell of he stomach. She had always been almost too slender. Now her curves were a little more defined and her face a little less angular. She told me she didn't want me to find out through someone else. As if this was compassion.

I lift my glass for a final salute. To my ex-wife, her lover, and their unborn child. God help us all.