Love Is Patient, Kind and Above All True
1 Chapter Seventeen
Jaime brought out an unconventional side in Jason. He talked a lot more than he usually did, even with Elizabeth. Of course with Elizabeth, he knew he couldn't have told her his feelings before she was ready, before she had asked. Even then, Jason wasn't too sure that it was the right time.
Elizabeth's relationship with Lucky made everything so complicated. And even though Jason always knew how to simplify things, this was one thing he couldn't simplify. Of course he could make the choices and decisions in his head very simply. But what Elizabeth was feeling was never easy or simple. She never looked out for herself, she always worried about everyone else. That was part of the attraction.
Because of all that she's been through, her emotions had taken on a split personality. She had been living the life she had dreamed of when Lucky came back and then there was this irreconcilable life that she had been living when Lucky died.
Jason sighed as he plunked himself down on the king-sized bed. There was nothing Jason could do. His moment with Elizabeth had passed under the sun. All he could do was try to live with it and deal with Elizabeth's decisions and try to let go of what he'd always felt growing from the moment she sang to him those horrible Christmas carols.
He missed listening to the melodic rhythm of her voice. How she loved to talk about anything and everything. She filled the silences he'd been living with ever since his accident. "Elizabeth…" he sighed.
***
Elizabeth closed the door and leaned against it. She had wished she never left her room. What she had seen confirmed her thoughts about Jaime and Jason.
Elizabeth had been lying in her bed, sleepless; tossing and turning she couldn't so much as nod off. So she went to find Jaime. She couldn't have sought Jason out after what she had done to him, but a part of her longed to have his strong arms wrap around her. They always made her feel safe. He always made her feel safe.
Instead she had came down the stairs in search of her friend. The servants had all gone to bed, so she wandered aimlessly throughout the large house. Most of the rooms were like classic Italian architecture, very earthy and spacious. There were the odd Asian accents, but somehow they seemed to complement the rooms.
Finally she heard what seemed to be fighting. As she walked down a dim hallway and down a flight of stairs Elizabeth spotted two figures fighting. She walked to the room over the creaking floor, but opted against barging in. Instead Elizabeth watched the figures. The people had finally moved into stronger lighting and she recognized Jaime and Jason.
It had surprised Elizabeth to see Jaime fighting with Jason. She worried that Jason might actually hurt her, not on purpose, but maybe by accident. Elizabeth had made a step towards the two, but suddenly Jaime had grabbed Jason's arm and he was on the floor. Elizabeth felt her jaws drop. Wow!
Elizabeth began to back away from the scene, covering her mouth as she yawned.
Maybe she had only to wear herself out wandering through the house.
As Elizabeth began to make her way towards the stairs, Jason and Jaime had stopped sparring and sat down on the bench against the wall. They seemed to be talking and very intensely.
Jason never had talked to her in such away. Did they have a close relationship?
Elizabeth was curious and continued to watch, her gaze peering around the doorframe. Jaime came closer to Jason, putting her hand on his arm. Elizabeth could feel her body tense.
They were closer than she thought.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the frame.
Suddenly she had realized the conversation had ceased and that Jason had got up and was walking towards her. Elizabeth looked over at Jaime, she looked upset and Elizabeth's gaze then fell on Jason's face. He looked frustrated. She turned to leave, but as she set her foot down in front of her, the floor creaked. Elizabeth took a step back and peeked around the door and Jason was only a few feet away from her. She hid her back against the wall and prayed that he wouldn't see her. Elizabeth heard his footsteps draw closer and she braced herself, as she knew he would be walking through that door any second. The footsteps passed by her. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then Elizabeth was startled by a loud slap against a wall. Jason had walked into the room just perpendicular to the stairwell. Elizabeth calmed herself and ran up the stairs and back to her room, not stopping to admire the rooms this time.
Elizabeth made her way towards her bed. So many thoughts swirled around in her head.
Did Jason like her? Why was he so mad? Were they talking about her? She admonished herself.
Why are you so conceited? What was she going to do?
Jason was her friend. And that was the last thought that passed through her mind as she drifted off to sleep.
1 Chapter Seventeen
Jaime brought out an unconventional side in Jason. He talked a lot more than he usually did, even with Elizabeth. Of course with Elizabeth, he knew he couldn't have told her his feelings before she was ready, before she had asked. Even then, Jason wasn't too sure that it was the right time.
Elizabeth's relationship with Lucky made everything so complicated. And even though Jason always knew how to simplify things, this was one thing he couldn't simplify. Of course he could make the choices and decisions in his head very simply. But what Elizabeth was feeling was never easy or simple. She never looked out for herself, she always worried about everyone else. That was part of the attraction.
Because of all that she's been through, her emotions had taken on a split personality. She had been living the life she had dreamed of when Lucky came back and then there was this irreconcilable life that she had been living when Lucky died.
Jason sighed as he plunked himself down on the king-sized bed. There was nothing Jason could do. His moment with Elizabeth had passed under the sun. All he could do was try to live with it and deal with Elizabeth's decisions and try to let go of what he'd always felt growing from the moment she sang to him those horrible Christmas carols.
He missed listening to the melodic rhythm of her voice. How she loved to talk about anything and everything. She filled the silences he'd been living with ever since his accident. "Elizabeth…" he sighed.
***
Elizabeth closed the door and leaned against it. She had wished she never left her room. What she had seen confirmed her thoughts about Jaime and Jason.
Elizabeth had been lying in her bed, sleepless; tossing and turning she couldn't so much as nod off. So she went to find Jaime. She couldn't have sought Jason out after what she had done to him, but a part of her longed to have his strong arms wrap around her. They always made her feel safe. He always made her feel safe.
Instead she had came down the stairs in search of her friend. The servants had all gone to bed, so she wandered aimlessly throughout the large house. Most of the rooms were like classic Italian architecture, very earthy and spacious. There were the odd Asian accents, but somehow they seemed to complement the rooms.
Finally she heard what seemed to be fighting. As she walked down a dim hallway and down a flight of stairs Elizabeth spotted two figures fighting. She walked to the room over the creaking floor, but opted against barging in. Instead Elizabeth watched the figures. The people had finally moved into stronger lighting and she recognized Jaime and Jason.
It had surprised Elizabeth to see Jaime fighting with Jason. She worried that Jason might actually hurt her, not on purpose, but maybe by accident. Elizabeth had made a step towards the two, but suddenly Jaime had grabbed Jason's arm and he was on the floor. Elizabeth felt her jaws drop. Wow!
Elizabeth began to back away from the scene, covering her mouth as she yawned.
Maybe she had only to wear herself out wandering through the house.
As Elizabeth began to make her way towards the stairs, Jason and Jaime had stopped sparring and sat down on the bench against the wall. They seemed to be talking and very intensely.
Jason never had talked to her in such away. Did they have a close relationship?
Elizabeth was curious and continued to watch, her gaze peering around the doorframe. Jaime came closer to Jason, putting her hand on his arm. Elizabeth could feel her body tense.
They were closer than she thought.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the frame.
Suddenly she had realized the conversation had ceased and that Jason had got up and was walking towards her. Elizabeth looked over at Jaime, she looked upset and Elizabeth's gaze then fell on Jason's face. He looked frustrated. She turned to leave, but as she set her foot down in front of her, the floor creaked. Elizabeth took a step back and peeked around the door and Jason was only a few feet away from her. She hid her back against the wall and prayed that he wouldn't see her. Elizabeth heard his footsteps draw closer and she braced herself, as she knew he would be walking through that door any second. The footsteps passed by her. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then Elizabeth was startled by a loud slap against a wall. Jason had walked into the room just perpendicular to the stairwell. Elizabeth calmed herself and ran up the stairs and back to her room, not stopping to admire the rooms this time.
Elizabeth made her way towards her bed. So many thoughts swirled around in her head.
Did Jason like her? Why was he so mad? Were they talking about her? She admonished herself.
Why are you so conceited? What was she going to do?
Jason was her friend. And that was the last thought that passed through her mind as she drifted off to sleep.