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Torn and weathered
Kate watches his car pull up into the empty lot. He stops, turns the car off, and slowly gets out. She mimics his flowing motions. He steps into the light; shock crosses Kate's face. She's never seen him so ragged looking, not even on the island. Kate is dressed in a classy skirt and blouse, high heels to accentuate her outfit, and her hair in a tight and flawless bun. Jack is in a t-shirt that looks like it hasn't been washed in a couple of days, old sweat pants accented with tawdry house slippers, and a scruffy beard that hides his usually perfect face.
A silent tear rolls down Kate's face as Jack wanders toward her. This is not the Jack she remembers. Not the Jack she wants to remember. She misses what the two of them had. Had; a past tense word, not present. This triggers another tear to fall.
He reaches her and holds his hand against her fragile face. She tries her hardest not to give in to him and show her weak side. It's just not in her nature. What she really wants, though, is to surrender to his warm embrace and never let him go, again. But she has to stay strong. She rests her head on his strong chest and tries to fight back a small whimper. She sighs heavily at her failing attempts. He tries to stay strong as well, she can hear it in his breathing, but to no avail; he succumbs. "I've missed you, Kate."
