~Blood Rose~
Joining across the ages
Past and Present
Pain and Love
Side by side
Split - apart
Reuniting
In the shadows
(From: Nomrah, Asil: In the Shadows)
Chapter 15:
Jax was lying on his hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling; he'd stopped bothering to look at the clock. Sometimes to his mind minutes would tick my in a second and at other times mere seconds would seem to pass when it'd been well over an hour. He had come accustomed to passing his nights like this, he never slept till enough hours had compounded on him to knock him out for one night with dreamless sleep only to have the cycle begin again.
He had tried listening to music, but the lyrics only reminded him of her. He had tried turning on the TV, but he'd find himself thinking of how she would react to whatever was on. Even now, as he stared blankly at the ceiling, the thoughts and images that passed through his mind were all in some way connected to her.
Lost in his thoughts, it took several rings of the phone to capture his attention. Launching out of the bed he grabbed his cell phone, frantically answering it with a low 'hello.' He listened patiently to the voice on the other side of the line, only mumbling a few wordless sounds in response, and than a brief 'thank you,' at the end of the call.
For a while, he sat there motionless, at the end of his bed, holding the phone in front of him. Slowly a smile crossed his face and a new thought entered his mind.
He had her.
A few hours later…
Jax drove along the long sandy road, resisting the urge to push his car to top speed. He passed a few small beach houses, some boarded up and others in use; none were the one he was looking for. Passing another beach house to his left, he caught the address number, the next one had to be hers. Against his better judgment, he pushed harder on the gas petal, rounding a corner. In the distance, set against the pale gray-blue sky, Jax caught sight of her beach house for the first time. He shuddered involuntarily, the picture before him seemed to speak of sadness and loneliness for some unexplainable reason he could comprehend. He hated the thought that that's where Skye was staying.
He turned up the drive and parked behind what he knew to be her new car. Getting out, he concentrated on not running up the wooden steps, break the door down, and pull her into an embrace and threaten to never let go. Slowly, if not calmly, he walked up the steps to come to a stop in front of her door. Bringing his hand up, he knocked politely on the door and waited.
Nothing happened.
Again he knocked, this time harder, and again there came no response. Turning the brass knob, he gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Looking around he could see the evidence of someone living in the house, but what he didn't see was who. Skye wasn't in living room and didn't appear from anywhere as he walked about and called for her. It wasn't until he stepped into the kitchen and through a chance glance out the back window that he saw her.
She was sitting on a log that had drifted up the beach seemingly a part of the scenery, and yet apart. Alone she sat, with her arms wrapped around herself gazing out over the ocean.
Slowly and silently Jax went out the back door and descended the back steps, creeping up behind her. He came to stand several feet away from her, never once uttering a word or making a sound loud enough to catch her attention. Apart from her he stood still, staring at her back, waiting for her to see him.
Antoinette was aware of nothing but the wide expanse of water before her. She watched the waves roll in and out, hitting the shore in a soft, steady manner. Her mind wondered settling on no single thought or image existing in life on the beach and in mind no where at all. It wasn't until she felt a gentle kick inside her that she seemed to come back to the present. She smiled looking down at her own enlarged stomach, remembering seeing the life with in her kicking and moving on the ultrasound screen a few days before. She was about six months now, two thirds of the way through, all that much closer to the end.
Sighing, she stood up slowly, on hand resting on her middle as she straightened. With a final look out at the calming sea she turned to head inside when instead she saw him.
Together on the beach the two stood, and yet very much apart. The small distance between them seemed to be an expanse of miles. Neither rushed to the other, smiled, nor even uttered a word. Instead they simple stared, blues eyes to brown and brown to blue. On one side a tall, handsome man and on the other a flame-haired woman obviously with child. They were a beautiful pair, standing still upon the sand, but they weren't really a pair at all. A mask of emotions lay hidden in her eyes and in his an unexpected uncertainty. Together on the beach the two stood, and yet very much apart.
Joining across the ages
Past and Present
Pain and Love
Side by side
Split - apart
Reuniting
In the shadows
(From: Nomrah, Asil: In the Shadows)
Chapter 15:
Jax was lying on his hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling; he'd stopped bothering to look at the clock. Sometimes to his mind minutes would tick my in a second and at other times mere seconds would seem to pass when it'd been well over an hour. He had come accustomed to passing his nights like this, he never slept till enough hours had compounded on him to knock him out for one night with dreamless sleep only to have the cycle begin again.
He had tried listening to music, but the lyrics only reminded him of her. He had tried turning on the TV, but he'd find himself thinking of how she would react to whatever was on. Even now, as he stared blankly at the ceiling, the thoughts and images that passed through his mind were all in some way connected to her.
Lost in his thoughts, it took several rings of the phone to capture his attention. Launching out of the bed he grabbed his cell phone, frantically answering it with a low 'hello.' He listened patiently to the voice on the other side of the line, only mumbling a few wordless sounds in response, and than a brief 'thank you,' at the end of the call.
For a while, he sat there motionless, at the end of his bed, holding the phone in front of him. Slowly a smile crossed his face and a new thought entered his mind.
He had her.
A few hours later…
Jax drove along the long sandy road, resisting the urge to push his car to top speed. He passed a few small beach houses, some boarded up and others in use; none were the one he was looking for. Passing another beach house to his left, he caught the address number, the next one had to be hers. Against his better judgment, he pushed harder on the gas petal, rounding a corner. In the distance, set against the pale gray-blue sky, Jax caught sight of her beach house for the first time. He shuddered involuntarily, the picture before him seemed to speak of sadness and loneliness for some unexplainable reason he could comprehend. He hated the thought that that's where Skye was staying.
He turned up the drive and parked behind what he knew to be her new car. Getting out, he concentrated on not running up the wooden steps, break the door down, and pull her into an embrace and threaten to never let go. Slowly, if not calmly, he walked up the steps to come to a stop in front of her door. Bringing his hand up, he knocked politely on the door and waited.
Nothing happened.
Again he knocked, this time harder, and again there came no response. Turning the brass knob, he gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Looking around he could see the evidence of someone living in the house, but what he didn't see was who. Skye wasn't in living room and didn't appear from anywhere as he walked about and called for her. It wasn't until he stepped into the kitchen and through a chance glance out the back window that he saw her.
She was sitting on a log that had drifted up the beach seemingly a part of the scenery, and yet apart. Alone she sat, with her arms wrapped around herself gazing out over the ocean.
Slowly and silently Jax went out the back door and descended the back steps, creeping up behind her. He came to stand several feet away from her, never once uttering a word or making a sound loud enough to catch her attention. Apart from her he stood still, staring at her back, waiting for her to see him.
Antoinette was aware of nothing but the wide expanse of water before her. She watched the waves roll in and out, hitting the shore in a soft, steady manner. Her mind wondered settling on no single thought or image existing in life on the beach and in mind no where at all. It wasn't until she felt a gentle kick inside her that she seemed to come back to the present. She smiled looking down at her own enlarged stomach, remembering seeing the life with in her kicking and moving on the ultrasound screen a few days before. She was about six months now, two thirds of the way through, all that much closer to the end.
Sighing, she stood up slowly, on hand resting on her middle as she straightened. With a final look out at the calming sea she turned to head inside when instead she saw him.
Together on the beach the two stood, and yet very much apart. The small distance between them seemed to be an expanse of miles. Neither rushed to the other, smiled, nor even uttered a word. Instead they simple stared, blues eyes to brown and brown to blue. On one side a tall, handsome man and on the other a flame-haired woman obviously with child. They were a beautiful pair, standing still upon the sand, but they weren't really a pair at all. A mask of emotions lay hidden in her eyes and in his an unexpected uncertainty. Together on the beach the two stood, and yet very much apart.