Look What Happened
"Jonny, you know this can't last, right?"
Jessie Bannon's voice held a note of uncertainty, tainting her usually clear, melodic tones.
"Why, Jess?" Jonny Quest answered, his voice quavering, but not due
to the biting wind surrounding them.
She disentangled herself from his arms, and wrapped her own arms, and consequently his jacket, tightly around herself.
"Jess?". The unanswered question hung in the chilly night air, floating softly away on the breeze.
He took a few soft steps towards her prone figure, and she shivered
involuntarily.
She gazed sadly out to the raging sea, hoping the white trails of foam could
distract her from the serious meaning behind this conversation.
"Jess, look at me, please..."
His voice was cracking slightly now, and his hand reached up to her shoulder,
to spin her around.
Seconds before he made contact, she whispered almost inaudibly, then louder.
"No, Jonny"
"No what, Jess?" he questioned, and she could imagine his perfect, baby-blue eyes filled with concern over her strange behaviour.
"No, Jonny, please don't make this any harder" was her reply
"Don't make what any harder? Jess, what are you saying?"
His voice rose slightly in pitch at the end of his sentence, he knew what was coming.
"You know what I'm saying, Quest. I'm saying we need some time apart"
Her voice was cold, hard, steel to him, emotionless.
"Jess, c'mon, please, no. What do you want? We can get married if you want. Elope tonight, even. I could get the jet a-"
"No, Jonny, No! How many times have you whispered that into my guillible ears? No more. This is the last time"
Her voice was still metallic, unbreakable.
"Jess, please, Jess, no..."
His voice was breaking into nothing, dissolving in his tears.
"Jonny, these are nothing but cracks in the beaten road of our relationship. You knew it'd never work."
Still not even a smidgen of emotion polluted her smooth tone.
"but Jessie, I lo-"
"Don't you get it?!" she screamed out into the velvet sky, "You can't make everything better! It's beyond repair."
Her voice levelled out, back to the emotionless monotone thatr was slowly killing him.
"Jonny, I don't love you"
Those four words broke him, and he walked back into the house, tearstains still marking his face.
He spared only one glance back at her, the siren who broke his heart.
She was still standing, staring emphatically out at the white breakers, and stormy black depths, no emotion showing.
But tears ran from her emerald eyes. Not the hysterical tears of a person who is simply upset, but the true tears of a person who had just broken their own heart.
Later that night, Jonny heard a melodic voice floating from the room next to his, Jessie's.
"I swear, it's the last time. And I swear, it's my last try.
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block, walk on the cracks in the same old sidewalk.
And we'll talk about leaving town, and we'll talk about leaving,
"I swear, it's the last time. And I swear, it's my last try..."
Her voice broke whilst holding the last note, and she dissolved into shattered sobs.
Jonny was halfway to the door before he remembered.
"It's no longer my place... it's already been the last time..."
