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# 135 'Airport Visit'
"Jesse? What are you doing here?" Rachel squealed as she launched herself into Jesse's arms.
"I thought I would surprise you"
"But we agreed to meet at your place" She said as Jesse put her down and offered to take her bags for her. They began walking away from the airport towards the car park hand in hand.
"I know, But I couldn't wait for you to get home, I needed to see you sooner" He smiled at her blush. He placed a kiss on the side of her head. When they reached his car he opened the passengers side door for her.
"Such a gentlemen. You're being awfully nice to me Jesse, what's the occasion?" She questioned him, getting in the car, Jesse shut the door behind her and she watched as he made his way around to the drivers side.
"There has to be a special occasion for me to treat you right?" She shook her head at him.
"No, certainly not. This is nice" She leaned over and gave him a sweet, slow kiss.
# 136 'We're holding hands'
Rachel put her hand on top of his and twined their fingers. She wasn't sure where the sudden burst of courage came from, but she was acting on it. There was no turning back now, She had made the first move. A million thoughts ran through her head.
His hand was still there, his fingers still slid between hers. She turned to look at him and saw the smirk she had seen a thousand times before. But when she looked into his eyes she saw something she had never seen before. She saw love. The kind of love that takes your breath away and knocks you on your feet.
They stared at each other for what felt like hours and she had to break the silence.
"We're holding hands." She blurted.
"I know we are and you know what else?" he asked.
"What?"
"We're about to be kissing." With that, he leaned over and kissed her in a way that made it impossible for them to ever be "just friends" again.
# 137 'Honeymoon'
Rachel felt the morning sunshine burn her feet, calves and thighs. His hands are splayed across her back. They are currently on their honeymoon, on some isolated beach.
He pushes her hair to the side, this allows his hands a more open area to explore. You could hear nothing but his gentle hum and the crashing waves.
Rachel buries her face in the crook of his shoulder and listened to his quiet voice. Just then she notices that his fingers have been repeating a certain pattern along her back.
"Well, does it?"
His long, fingers follow the line of her spine. Past her shoulder blades, her sides, her lower back. Always trailing lightly, lower, lower, lower.
Her eyes roll back in her head and her toes curl.
"Yes it does. It feels absolutely amazing being finally married." Jesse manages to get no more words out before she smothers his lips with her own.
It's a good morning.
# 138 'Lie to me'
"Why won't you just forgive me?"
"Because I'm counting every lie you've ever told me" You could see it in her eyes. She loved him and it killed her that he didn't love her back enough to care.
"I have never lied to you!" He whined.
"If we have this conversation, it's going to end badly for you. Consider that a fair warning." She warned him, pointing a finger at him furiously, tears threatening to slip from her eyes.
"Rachel, baby please." He begged. She shook her head at him, pointing in the direction of the door, indicating for him to leave.
"You lied about loving me and lied about wanting to be with me!" She yelled as she saw him leaving for the door, she didn't think he would actually leave, he wasn't even putting up a fight. For the first time he realised that what she was saying was the truth, he didn't love her, he just loved the idea of her. Before he left, she let out a little whimper, making him pause but not turn around to face her, he couldn't, he had disappointed her too much and he couldn't do it any more.
"Lie to me" She whispered as a tear slide down her face.
"I love you" Lie.
# 139 'I won't give up'
"I won't give up on us, even if you have" Echoed through her head. It was true, she had given up on them.
Rachel reluctantly stumbled out of the warmth of her bed. As her feet touched the ice cold floor of her apartment, She grabbed an oversized T-shirt from the ground. His oversized t-shirt. She pulled it down her half naked body.
Moving into the bathroom, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and stopped. Her skin was so pale it looked transparent compared to her dark, sunken eyes that stared back at her like two black holes. Her limp black hair hung in tangled strands around her face.
She barely recognized herself.
She stepped into the shower, the water was freezing cold but she didn't feel a thing, the numbness in her heart, made her want to cry, but she didn't have any tears left to shed.
She had given up long ago.
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