-Are you sure you don't need my help there? – Juliet clarifies once again.
-Of course, I'm sure. You've already done enough -Jack smiles.-Don't worry, everything will be okay. Ilana said our chances are good.-
-I am glad-She was so happy to see hope shining in Jack's eyes.
-Thank you- he takes her hand and looks into her eyes.
-If you are talking about Ilana, Rachel found her, not me- she responds quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment.
-Thank you for everything you did. I won't forget this.-
She nods silently.
-Now you should go to Sawyer, I've already kept you too long with my problems -
-You know, I wanted to help you-
-And I appreciate it.-he nods-But now it's time for you to start your life. Don't postpone it, hiding behind helping me. -
-You're right. It's just…-she pauses- I'm scared. What if he doesn't remember, or if ... -
-Forget it, there is no 'if' now- Jack interrupts her.-You love him. He loves you even if he doesn't remember yet.-
-Yes, I hope you are right.- Juliet meets his eye-Wish me luck-
-Good luck -
Juliet is sitting in her car in front of the police station, not knowing what to do now. She can't just go to him and say that they lived on the Island in a past life, and then they blew up hydrogen bomb and ended up here. She would be immediately sent into a mental institution. No! She has to wait for him here and try to talk with him on his way home. She leans back in the seat, preparing for a long wait surveying, in her head, she runs through the possible options for their conversation.
She must tell him the truth.
-James- she calls him.
-Mrs Shephard- he turns around in surprise.
-Please, just Juliet-she smiles.
-Okay- he passes his hand through the hair, a clear sign that he was uncomfortable.
-I have to tell you something-
-Of course, I'm listening mis…Juliet -He looks at her expectantly, but she doesn't know where to start.
-What is wrong?- Now he is truly worried.
-You don't remember, but we have met before, in a past life.Your plane crashed on an Island ... -
She sees his face become tense and he has barely moved.
-You don't believe me- she sighs.
-No, I believe you- he says too quickly. - Let's take a walk and you can tell me everything.- He treats her like she's a child.
No, this won't work. He had already decided that she is crazy and it's unlikely that he'll pay attention to her words now.
Maybe she has to start with something simpler, such as how well she knows him.
-I have to tell you something. I know you James-
-Well, yes, we met before - his eyes confused and wary.A little more and he again decides that she is crazy.
-No, I'm not talking about our meetings.I know you much better than as just a friend. I know when you are sarcastic, and when it's just friendly banter. I know, when you're angry, and when you need to be left alone.-He looks at her suspiciously and she hurries to continue.-Try me. Ask anything and I'll answer.-
-Is it some kind of joke? - He shakes his head and turns to leave.
-Wait. I know how your parents died- she says the first thing that comes to her head and only when he abruptly turns around and rushes to her, she realizes that it was a mistake.
-How do you know that?Who sent you? - He almost hisses, hanging over her, with eyes full of anger, which she thought she would never see.
No, this won't work either. Now she's made him angry. How could she forget how painful this topic was for him?
Maybe she has to start with her feelings rather than with their past.
-James- she calls him.
-Mrs Shephard- he turns around in surprise.
-Please, just Juliet-she smiles.
-Okay, Juliet-
-I just wanted to say…After our meeting in the park ... And then in the cafe ... I thought a lot about you.-
He expects her to continue.
-I love you- she admits, looking at him.
-I ... - Confusion is reflected on his face.-I don't know what to say.-
He tries to choose his words carefully.-I am flattered by your attention, but there is nothing I can do. You have a husband, and I'm not going to become the third wheel. –
She sees the disappointment in his eyes.
Again, no. Now he decides that she is suggesting him to become her lover. God, she doesn't want to think what he'll think about her afterward.
Juliet grabs her head. She's at dead end. How to start this conversation without making him think she's crazy, dangerous or depraved?