Te Amo?
Chapter 20
A lot had happened since Jonah returned to England. He felt like he was grieving almost, he had lost the one he loved the most. The Kirby' decision to move to Spain was still up in the air. Proceedings were taking place between Marcus and his ex wife who wanted custody of her children. It wasn't possible to get custody of Jonah because of his age but their mum still wanted to fight for Ruth so for the time being they had no choice but to stay in England. Ruth had made the decision that she would like to go to school, make friends and socialise. Jonah didn't mind the thought of going to school but Spain still seemed more appealing. He knew that if he didn't go back to Spain he and Cesca would have no chance. He didn't protest though, under the circumstances, Marcus was going through a hard time and didn't need Jonah to add to the problems.
Jonah seemed to spend most of his time reviewing his time with Cesca. Looking at the hundreds of photos he had taken, then going over the ones that he had taken in his head, the ones that he would never ever forget. He thought about their time together, the things they would do, wasting the day away. The laughs they shared, the tears they shared every second with her for Jonah had been a dream. She was everything he wanted, everything he needed, everything he loved. He wished he had never returned, god knows where she would be now. Several times he had tried to call her but his sim card that he used in Spain wouldn't work in England and unbeknown to him they were now in the same country, she no longer had the same number as before. He wished that they had exchanged contact details but being logical and realistic they hadn't, they thought that it was best.
Jonah's strange behaviour hadn't gone unnoticed by Marcus, many a time over the last week he had offered support to Jonah and reminded him that he was always there but Jonah dismissed his help and support he just wanted her, nobody else but her. Marcus had tried to talk to him about the possible schools they could go to but Jonah wasn't interested, he didn't care so left the decision to his dad and Ruth. He knew they would pick a good one.
He idly went for a shower, stepping under the cold water and tilting his head back, letting the water hit his face and trickle down his body. His thoughts were once more consumed by her. He often thought about there night together especially when it was pitch black outside and it just didn't feel right being without her in his arms, sleeping alone. He didn't even have the thought of seeing her the following day in his mind. As far as he knew they had no chance, unless magically one day when he returned to Spain she would be there waiting for him, he hoped, he wondered, he wished.
Cesca on the other hand had finished decorating her home; it was completely furnished down to the cutlery in her kitchen. Her fridge and freezer full but her heart empty, it seemed like it didn't really beat anymore or was beating faintly so she couldn't recognise it. Her mind was overcome with him; she was all he thought about now that she was settling in. She wondered whether he was in Spain yet. She kept having a reoccurring dream about the two of them; she would feel Jonah's muscular arms surrounding her body but it would always have the same, depressing ending. The grip would slowly loosen and he would disappear.
She had no one else. No family, no friends yet that didn't bother her, there was only one thing that she wanted and that was him, just him, always him. She tried to remember where he said he came from but for some strange reason her memory didn't recover it at all, not even vaguely.
After wallowing around for most of the day Cesca decided to catch up on sleep. Walking up the stairs and into the bathroom she turned on the shower, stepping under it and tipping her head back, letting the water fall onto her face and trickle down her body, it was no use, he was controlling her brain. Minutes later she had changed into the night dress she had worn on her night with Jonah; it wasn't intentional but a coincidence. She slipped beneath the sheets and rested her head on the pillow, she shut her eyes and for split seconds imagined that he was there with her, she could feel his breath on her neck and his tight but gentle grip around her, she felt him trailing kisses down her neck that's when she remembered, her love bite, it was still very much visible. She reached for her neck and placed her hand gently on the bite. "Something to remember me by" she said over and over in her head. Though it wasn't going to be there forever, it would go and all she would have is pictures.
Taking a deep breath she shut her eyes, fighting to erase him from her thoughts just for tonight so that she could sleep it was no use though "counting sheep it is then" and with that her eyes shut for a final time that night.
Jonah fidgeted in his bed struggling to get comfortable, he clutched on to the picture, tracing a finger carefully around her face. She was so beautiful and he couldn't quite believe that once upon a time she had been his, little did he know she would always be him, she didn't want anyone else, just him. He closed his eyes too and drifted into a deep sleep.
They both dreamt about one another they always dreamt about one another.