A/N: Hi! This one runs kinda high on the angst meter, at least at the end… oh well. I don't own anything. Just a simple Jarter one-shot.
He casually scoots closer to her, something completely unlike him. However, he's feeling dangerous.
Maybe she is too.
As he slides closer to her, closing the gap created by the bench between them, his confidence blossoms. Possibilities pop into his head; one, the one he's trying for, looks particularly appetizing.
They're not in a very public place. Just in a small park, where a few smiling couples might walk by. Though now, there aren't any couples there but them.
The rain pounds steadily, the streetlights glow faintly, illuminating the night. He's not aware of anything but her.
"Carter," she gasps quietly. She stares at him intently, drinking in the way the light plays on his face and dances in his eyes. She smiles, oblivious to everything but him.
"Jaz," he smiles back. He breathes in her scent: a strange but intoxicating mixture of an exotic berry and mint. Acai berry, he realizes.
In a flash, they are together: lips meet, hands hug the other closer, desperate to escape the never-ending world around them. He brushes a few wet strands of hair from her face, breaking the kiss.
She stares at him in horror, and his heart breaks for the second time. "I… I shouldn't have done that." She whispers, paralyzed. He tries to hug her, but she pushes him away. She runs back to the Brooklyn House, into the rainy night, hugging herself the whole way.
Meanwhile, he stares blankly at nothing, replaying that heart-wrenching moment in his mind.
"What did I do wrong?" he mutters. He realizes then: that kiss never should have happened. His whole relationship was a lie, fabricated to help him cope.
Because he's been rejected by his one true love: Zia.