Track Two: Red
Lisbon sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the phone in her hands. His face grinned back up at her, and her thumb hovered over the call button. She stared at Jane's face a few moments more, then let her phone drop onto the floor.
It'd been four months since Jane had left, and a day since she'd called or texted him. Let him think I've moved on, she tries to convince herself.
All she knew was he was somewhere in Las Vegas, but she didn't want to go find him and force him to come back, because she was scared of what kind of Jane she would find.
But still, she was alone. Very alone.
Remmbering now comes in echoes, flashbacks from the past. She scolds and bashes herself, tellng herself, Pull yourself together, girl. It's time now. He's never coming back. Let go. You don't even care about him. Or love him or anything. Not at all.
Forgetting him, though, was proving to be impossible. She regrets now letting herself be attracted to Patrick Jane.
But still, in the deep dark pits of regret and false hate, a small glimmer of hope flared.