Hey, guys. For those fans obsessed with a part two, here you go. Here is another chapter in the arc, Time of Departure. The story is written by [thegirlfriendoftheauthor] and co-written by yours truly. Enjoy!
"Would you like anything to drink, sir?" Jaune opened his eyes and saw the friendly eyes of the flight stewardess. Her eyes displayed that she had a passion for a job as she did her customary deed of offering him, as a passenger, a beverage.
"Oh, yes ma'am," replied Jaune "I would like to have a diet coke, please." The stewardess gave him his drink with a napkin. He thanked her, including an additional complement of her mannerisms. As she walked away to tend to another passenger, he quickly drank his soda, feeling the cool sensation hitting the pit of his stomach. This was not his first time on an airplane, but it always made him nervous. No matter how lavish the furnishings were or how coordinately skilled the pilots were, an airplane would be never more than a metal tube.
He gave a sign of the cross for a safe landing upon arrival.
This is how a man performs, Jaune!
Familiarity
Astounded as the words circulate into his troubled mind like blood that goes from one place to the next. Better yet, how the brain transmits signals from one part of the cortex to the next. He made a slight smirk on the whereabouts of those signals prioring to dating Weiss or moving in with Weiss or when he bend his knees to propose to Weiss.
Just saying her name gave the blonde a vile taste in his mouth.
In a few hours, the name Weiss Schnee would be nothing more than an aberration.
He flipped through the newspaper he was somewhat reading. He wasn't much of a fan of reading. It wasn't a strong dislike, he didn't have much time for it. After working tirelessly through handling paperwork of his bosses and employers, then seeing words would become a strain to his tired eyes. He was exact on the word, tiring.
I've had enough. I am done. Isn't it not so bad on the choice I have made? She had made her bed. She had laid with others with that bed. I have made mine. I thought we had a bed. But it turned out that there were made out of twin bed instead of a queen. I thought she was my queen. I thought I was her king. Looks whose head was sitting on the platter for others to revel and laugh against my resolve?
Admittedly speaking, Jaune thought too much. He was an overthinker. Couldn't help it. Too much of his father in him. He flipped through the article where something caught his attention.
The search has concluded on the reported missing seventeen-year-old that the media has called Boy X. Boy X was found stabbed to death in a basement of an abandoned home in Surrey. Next to the victim was another body, which was later identified as the girlfriend of the missing student. The cause of death of the girl, which has been identified as Girl Z, proves consistent to a suicide. Police don't want to speculate but are taking things into consideration. A suicide note has been discovered and has been taking to DNA Crime Lab for further investigation. This murder remains a mystery as much of the boy's disappearance.
He didn't want to read further. Too much strain on his eyes. He made a mental note to contact the optometrist when arrivingto town.
It was a few months before he made his final decision on divorce proceedings that he walked into something that should have never been discovered. It was put in a whim to go home for lunch instead of ordering food. Her car was in her parking space.
She was supposed to be out of town.
In his parking space, there was another occupant. A SIlver Porsche.
He had seen that car before. A client, if he remembered.
He parked his car on the second level of the garage. It wasn't much of an inconvenience. It gave him easier access to the elevator. As he pressed the button, he felt an aching feeling in his gut. I am opening a door that shouldn't be opened. Turn back now. He misjudged for hunger pains. He has been cutting back, working on eating clean foods to become more healthier. He wanted to bulk up, display his body to impress Weiss.
This door shouldn't be opened. Turn back now.
Why fear? This is my home. A place of peace. A place of familiarity. Jaune rubbed the tension of his shoulder, following by rubbing his stomach. Don't worry, belly. Daddy is going to fill you up soon.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is the captain speaking. I am addressing that we will arrive to our destination within the next few hours. The time in Cardiff is eleven in the evening. Temperatures are in the upper sixties with partly cloudy skies. Feel free to check….
Jaune took another drink of his soda. It was starting to get watery. The newspaper was still in his hand.
Overthinking gets me in trouble too much.
He rested his palm on his lap. With his other palm, he placed it on his eyes. With the slightest fingertip, he felt that pain. It made his wince.
It was much of a reminder than a message.
Routinely enough, he entered the residence without incident. He placed his jacket on the nook next to the door. In the open space below the nook, he retired his shoes. He shouldn't be long, he thought. He was going to make a salad, grab some fruit for a snack, and return to work.
It's too late to turn back. What you are about to witness is something you should not have to see.
He hoped to be back in time before dinner. He had a recipe in mind to make for he and Weiss. He hoped that this alternative lifestyle of a diet could influence Weiss that he was changing.
I am making smarter choices, Weiss. I am eating better. I am taking care of myself. Is this enough, Weiss? Am I pleasing you? Am I making you happy, Weiss?
He called her name, but she didn't answer. The house was quiet.
Why aren't you checking upstairs?
He called her name once more, but she didn't answer. Maybe she wanted to take nap. He opened the refrigerator, gathering the materials for his salad. He focused on his lunch that he didn't pay attention to the two empty containers of Korean take-out on the counter.
He turned the water on in the sink. He had the vegetables on the countertop.
Why aren't you going to the bedroom?
He was mindful of watching the knife. He didn't want to cut himself.
Why aren't you checking the bedroom? The truth is within there. Why aren't you going? You have made it this far. Why turn back now?
"There'll no darkness tonight," he said melodically. He continued humming the song that belonged to Michael Jackson. "The Lady in My Life" was a powerful serenade. From his Thriller album, this song was also he and Weiss' song. They shared their first kiss on this song when they went to senior prom together at Beacon Academy.
He was mid cut of the spinach, we heard a thump from the ceiling. His eyes averted from the counter to the ceiling. It wasn't loud, but wasn't soft. Nevertheless, it was enough to recognize his attention. His ear picked up something and it wasn't the water.
...when we're old and grey
I will love you more each day.
Cause you will always be the lady in my life
He left the water running. He trailed from the kitchen, making his trail to the point of origin. He made his first step. Then his second step. Then his fifth and his eighth and his eleventh. There were twenty-five steps to the second floor. Each step, his heart ran. Each step, his stomach groaned. He was feeling heavy. The closer he got, the more he knew he was stepping into something he shouldn't have discovered.
Familiarity
His mother once told him that when something is yours, it become familiar. It belongs to you. You have the right for as long you treated well. He lived by that principle. Weiss belonged to him. His rights of taking out the effort of establishing a profound relationship. He loved Weiss. He truly did. This chase, this dance, this game he played wasn't out of sheer luck. He had loved her since their days at Beacon Academy. Even after graduation, he had loved her more each day.
For she was always going to be the lady in his life.
Interesting how his thoughts take control. He didn't even realize that his sights were on their bedroom door. His eyes narrowed to the knob. He took cautious breaths. "The Lady in My Life" continued to play in the room.
Our song!
"Quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath."
He took another breath.
"Quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath."
His mother was believer in the Oum faith. Taking him and his sisters to church was a must. Understand that we have storms, Jaune. No matter what! Even through these storms, there is an eye in the storm. Peace can be within that storm. So, keep moving forward, my dear Jaune.
"Quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath."
A surge of energy was born. It entered the synapses of his brain, giving him the signals to make his next move.
"Quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath."
He put his hand on the knob and turned it. He released a sigh. He went into the room.
Weiss was lying underneath their quilt.
I need you by your side
A man that wasn't him was cupping her breast. He, too, was in his nakedness.
Don't you go nowhere.
His hands were nimble, delicate to the touch of her supple breast. Weiss bathed in the ecstasy. Her ripe pussy was exposed, prone to vulnerability as the man eyed her sacred place.
Let me keep you warm
The man continued with his tongue, trailing from her breast to her stomach. Weiss was overcome with such fiery passion in herself, especially within her loins. Her legs were twitching. Her pelvis wanted something room. Her body hinted it for words weren't necessary as their bodies connected on their desires.
You are the lady in my life
Her pussy was very smooth, with small prickle of hair. The man looked in awe on how beautiful her pussy was. Unsure if the man's mind was not enjoying it, but his body definitely was.
"Lick," she commanded. She grabbed his head and began licking her pussy. Like a puppy, he was lapping her folds. Although inexperience, he could perform well. Wanting more pressure, she placed his head hard against her pussy. From Jaune's position, it was enough of a challenge for the man to breathe, but that didn't faze Weiss as she getting herself off.
I want to touch you baby
Still grabbing his head, she continued to rub her until she had an orgasm. Clear fluid squirted all over his face. She screamed his name before dropping to her knees.
Lay back in my tenderness
"The lady in my life." Jaune's voice was low. It was audible enough to capture the man and Weiss' attention.
The man's eyes focused on Jaune. It was quite a pregnant stare. Jaune averted when seeing that he still had the knife.
I love you I love you I need you I want you, baby
There wasn't enough time to process the part when Jaune was met with a fist to his eye. His hand hit the back of the wall. He slid down the wall with his still focusing on Weiss.
For a second, just a split second, she smiled.
It was fortunate that he had missed it.
"Sir, sir. Are you okay?" Someone was calling. The muffled voice seemed to reach to him from the depths of a cave. It finally dawned on the blonde that he was hearing his own name. "Sir, are you alright? Do we need to page for help?" The voice sounded closer now.
Jaune finally opened his eyes, managed to focus them, and stared at his own right hand gripping the newspaper. His fingers torn through the paper. A hint of red dyed into the newsprint. It didn't take a genius to know that it was his own blood. The smell of sweat acknowledged his presence, oddly giving off an odor like a zoo animal.
His throat was dry. He reached for the watered diet soda, draining it, ice and all. It took a few seconds before realizing the flight attendant stood before him. Her distance was close, but enough to ensure her attention focused on him. He set the empty cup down and wiped his chin with a napkin.
He now had her attention.
"Sorry," he said. "I am okay now."
He was grateful that it was too late in the evening for the others were sleeping in their peaceful slumber instead of witnessing his episode. Per instruction, he followed the stewardess to the back of the plane. He felt embarrassed, guilty as if he had made an accident and was being reported to the principal's office to call his mother.
The stewardess, still carrying a worrisome face, reached for a towel. She turned on the water, applying heat. Jaune covered his mouth as if he wanted to vomit. He wasn't sick. He was a bit tired, a bit famished. He was hungry. He wouldn't mind a snack.
"Take this!" The stewardess handed him a hot towel. He thanked her as he applied it to his hand. He was careful to not feel any sores. He had another wincing for one day.
"Thanks." Jaune returned the towel back to the woman. She bowed in a form of a greeting before turning around to the sink. Jaune noticed a sweet honeydew scent coming from her. She smelled pleasant like a moist flower. She didn't look that far from his age. Short, yet slender. Redhead. Her eyes were green as the emerald itself. Her appearance didn't say cute. Too immature, the blonde thought. She was beautiful. That was all he could say.
"I think you might need this." It was a bag of peanuts. Not his favorite, but he was too hungry to care. He used his teeth to open the wrapper.
The stewardess leaned back on the counter and smiled. "After all of these years, things haven't changed."
Her voice drew attention to the blonde. He put the snack down. He trailed his eyes to the woman in question. As if a wave of memories impacted his horizon, he nearly choked on his spit.
"Pyrrha?"
The redhead smiled. "In the flesh, Jaune Arc."
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are close to our arrival to the terminal. Seatbelt signs are back on and those who are standing should immediately take your seat as we descend.
Jaune was about to move, but was stopped by his long lost friend.
"Seat belts are provided here. I'll tell them you were sick." She winked as she prepared her seat as she sat across from them.
Weiss looked at her window to see the beautiful view of the evening sky. The clouds lie as numerous pebbles on the beach, small and heaped in chaotic ways. Above is a drifting mist, thin, oddly transparent, like a half-erased footprint in the sand. The fragments of clouds, as if painted by an artistic hand, delicate inflections of the brush spreading orange over red.
Weiss picked up her coffee cup. She tasted nothing, just some lukewarm liquid passing down her throat. On her tray in front of her, she was drawing a sketch. It was a leaf skeleton, its green flesh eaten away to leave only a lacy cellulose network - fragile, natural, beautiful in its own way. My eyes traveled over its' ovoid shape, thrown into sharp relief by the deep plum background. Our creativity brings our dreams to life; inspiring, enchanting, bringing us closer to Oum. In art our spirits rise, in stories, we are enthralled and elevated. With creativity we make connections between disparate people, we learn that through our many lenses we are seeing the same whole, only the path before our feet is still blurred. Life should never be art vs science, but a beautiful marriage of the two.
She took a brief pause, staring at her delicate fingers. On her ring finger were two bands; both symbolized the marriage between her and Jaune.
The air is frozen lace on my skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on shallow sand. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches of brilliance. He took my hands, provided me with its warmth. He gave me such a lovely speech. Such delicacy and elegance. It brought actual tears to my eyes.
"For in sickness and in health. For better or for worse." Weiss held on the ring that Jaune left. She was certain that he will be wearing it in the future.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is the captain speaking. I am addressing that we will arrive to our destination within the next few hours. The time in Cardiff is seven in the morning. Temperatures are in the upper sixties with partly cloudy skies. Feel free to check….
To be continued….
