Five inch heels and form-fitting dresses are not the type of attire I'm used to putting on my body and strutting around town. Then again, I just got back to Earth a little over a day ago. So, what am I used to? I've just been lounging around in Heaven as I watched the new Jane Bingum seemingly ruin what was once my life. That's what my soul has been accustomed to the past year(wait, has it really been that long since I flat-lined?). It doesn't really matter what I was used to because I can't go back to that no matter how much I wanted to. I am a lawyer stuck in supermodel's body. My body was given to the soul of a super model. It's her life now, not mine.

I sigh as I trudge my way through the law firm with my luggage. I was moving on and none my old co-workers turned their heads or waved goodbye. It didn't bother me though. I wasn't exactly friends with them. The newer Jane has earned their respect though and I admire her for doing things I thought I never could. I can feel the pain beat at the back of my eye sockets, the thin layer of liquid course over my pupils, and my eyelids closing tight to block any of the liquid dripping off to form puddles. I sighed once more and told myself I could hold back the tears until I got to the elevator. I wasn't a complete mess. I was just going to miss this place.

I was going to miss Grayson's smooth voice and his logical reasoning. I was going to miss Kim's bitchy attitude and her will to take charge in a case. I was going to miss Teri's silly comments and her comforting coffee that eased my sleep deprivation. These are all things I'll miss and will never have the chance to be in the presence of again. This is a part of Jane's life. I am Britney. My soul is Jane but my body is Britney's. I can't work at the office any more because it's not the life I was given this go around. I was given a second chance, a new life. I have to live it now since no one knows I'm really Jane Bingum on the inside.

I bite my lower lip and trace my index finger along the earring gnawing at my ear. "It's pretty," I mumble. I watch the lights of the familiar elevator flicker with the numbers as it leads me down the floors of the building. I divert my eyes to the reflection of myself on the metal door and stifle a chuckle. "I'm beautiful," I tell myself as I cover my stretching lips with the palm of my hand. The thing is, I've always been beautiful. My soul and my old body were worthy to be shown off, not hidden away. It didn't matter what I looked like or what others thought of me, because I've always been a work of art. I sniffle and bat my lashes to try to control my tears as the elevator begins to open to let me walk away into my new life. "Thank you...Jane."


A/N: Woah! You sat through four paragraphs of my horrible one shot? I applaud you! :) This probably sucked a lot but I really wanted to write something in Old Jane's POV after the last episode(Season 5, episode 2). *shrugs* I guess this is half-decent. Please review and tell me your thoughts. I just wrote this in a little less than an hour, so it's probably awful. Thanks for reading though.
Also, passive voice ftw! :P Furthermore, I used far too many "I"s in this one shot. Three of the paragraphs start with the word I! Ugh!