I'm not sure what this is or where it came from. I found it on a random document on my laptop so I decided to also share it with you. Read it, think what you want of it, do what you like with it because I honestly have no idea what's going on here. I believe this is something that I quickly wrote to help with writer's block? Or maybe it had something to do with a story idea I once head? I can't be sure. I don't even remember writing it, but enjoy.
The kiss was desperate, rushed, and needy. It was over in seconds. Esther squeezes Jack's hands, her eyes begging for something more. Jack blankly stares at her, confused as to why she seemed so obsessed with him. He sat there, trying to be nice, unsure of what to say or do.
Esther's eyes frantically stared back at Jack. "You love me?"
That was the last thing he expected or wanted to hear. Did he love her? No. He cared about her, but he never had any feelings towards her. She was a pretty girl and he wished the best for her, but he did not love her. So he doesn't answer, instead he stares down at their hands. She clung tightly to his and he didn't even bother to hold her hands back. That should have been the sign for her, but she wanted to hear him say it and he didn't want to.
"I can't do this," he says softly, avoiding eye contact. He stares across the room, at a table that had become extremely rowdy with wasted men. "You know I can't do this."
He stands up and she jumps up faster than him, her hands gripping his upper arms to keep him in place. He stares down at her, waiting.
"Jack you're the only person I've ever loved. I ain't ever thought about someone as much as I have thought about it. I was just hoping that maybe, for once in my life, you would actually be that person who felt the same way." She says it almost as if it's a question, as if he's supposed to reply with the answer only she wants to hear and that'd be it.
But there's no comfortable way for Jack to answer that. He'd break her heart either way. She pulls him in and wraps her arms around him, pushing herself into his chest. He sighs, softening up his body and hugging her back. It was the least he could do. Esther doesn't wait for a response from him.
"At least think on it, please. You can tell me tomorrow or the day after that, or next week, but give me some type of response so I can find something to do with myself." She pulls him even closer but she doesn't know it's the last time she'll ever hug him.