The Bedroom
Jessi's POV
I am walking in to our hotel holding on to Rogers arm, my head is spinning ,so much has happened in the past few hours. Why did Kyle have to receive his Nobel Prize the same year as me? Could he have not received it a year earlier or later? I know how irrational this thought is, but I cannot help but to be upset at him, for ruining my perfect life without him. It just hurts too much to see him.
As we make it to the door and in to the living room of the suite, I start crying while Roger holds me in his arms. He lifts me up and carries me to my bedroom, and then lays me down on the bed. I pull him in to bed with me, between sobs I ask him, Roger why, why? Have you not figured out who Kyle is? Roger is holding me near to him, and he separates just enough to look at my eyes and then tells me his voice almost breaking, Jessi my love, of course I know who he is. He is the man that has your heart, despite being a fool and throwing it away. That is why Jessi, I cannot compete against a memory or a ghost, but I can compete against a man to win your heart. The most important thing is that it does not matter who wins, you will be happy at the end, and that is all I want, your happiness. There are no words to express my gratitude to Roger. Good all selfless Roger. I just need to unite my body to his, I start pulling off his shirt, and he starts unzipping my dress, a night of passion it will be. We have had many others, but as much passion as there is between us, I am just not able to give him my heart.
Roger is a sleep by my side, my mind goes to the past, I remember my last night with Kyle, I saw him afterwards but that was our last night. He sneaked in to my room, and I woke up to his kisses, those kisses full of electricity that I cannot share with no one else for fear of hurting them. He whispered in my ear how much he loved me and how we would be together forever, and as fool I believed him. I kissed him and we explored each other's body, there was so much passion and love between us, then pure happiness. The car alarms going off, the black out of the neighborhood, the feeling of being one with him, being able to see through his eyes, and letting him see through mine. Being complete, perfectly complete. Then all the bad memories assault me. I cannot go there, I need to get away, I decide to go and run my worries off.
Kyle's POV
I am driving back to the hotel with Foss, both of us are quiet. Right before getting out Tom tells me, Kyle if your still love her fight for her, I was mistaken by contributing to drift you apart. Then he walked in to the hotel. Today must be the night that people tell me they are sorry for keeping me away from Jessi, but it was not their fault it was mine.
I walk up to my hotel room and turn the light on. To my surprise I hear her heart beat not far away, of all the hotels in Stockholm, Sweden, what are the chances of us staying in the same hotel? In rooms that are so close to each other that I can hear her heart. I get in to bed and focus on the sound of her heart. I remember how many nights I feel a sleep to the sound of her heart. There have been so many nights of emptiness since then.
As I am listening to her heart, I start listening to a conversation, I know I shouldn't, but I cannot help myself. Jessi is asking Roger something, maybe about me. Then Roger tells her that he knows I am the man that holds her heart. I cannot believe what I am hearing, pure joy and ecstasy, that is what I feel at that moment. Jessi still loves me, she still cares about me, I still have a chance, and a chance is all I am asking for. I almost feel like running to Jessi's room and thanking Roger.
Then I hear things I don't want to hear, as much as I try to block it I can't. Tears are running down my cheeks, if she still loves me why is she with him? The answer is obvious, because she does not even know that I love her , how can I blame her for trying to move on, when the last time I saw her, that I really saw her, I told her I did not even want her friendship. At the dinner she had no clue that when I talked about the woman that I love, I was talking about her. What did I push her in to when she left, who broke her heart and left her to raise 2 children alone. I felt like killing that man whoever he was.
Finally I cannot bear listening to the sounds of another man making her happy, I decided to go for a run.