Jen looked straight ahead at the horizon, the wind whistling in her ears and throwing up leaves in the quiet park that she worked out in everyday.
She was wearing her customary pink workout vest and black jog pants, her dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
Sometimes, this was the only way she knew how to relax, out in the open and working until her slender body ached and fatigue had overcome her constant desire to improve. Recently, her feelings towards Wes had begun to emerge in her mind. She did not really understand them, but she knew that she liked him and that her feelings were deep rooted and genuine.
Her love for Alex remained, yet a part of her had begun to accept that she was not going to see him again.
The raw anger and hurt that remained from Alex's death were still in her mind and heart, the sleepless nights were still as numerous and at times she found it very difficult to think of anything else.
Afterall it had only been 5 months since Alex's death.
Yet out of the darkness and grief had come Wes, his boyish good looks, charming personality and most of all the support and fondness that he had shown to Jen over this extremely testing period.
She felt a twinge of regret in her heart as she recounted in her mind the unfriendly and distant way that she had behaved towards Wes in the first weeks that they had known each other.
He reminded her so much of Alex, in looks at least. Eventually however, the two had become firm friends and she was glad of this. The only thing that Jen worried about was whether anything else would come out of their friendship. Even if Wes did like her, what could or would come from it? The future was just so uncertain...