Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff (he's Vince's) but I do own Briana.
One random morning after a long bleeding session, he hopped down on the floor and wrote. He wrote about everything he had been through and why it all had to end. When he was done, he signed and then stuffed it in his pocket. With that, he was out of the hotel room door and into his car. When his journey ended, he found himself on the side of the highway staring down at the cars. He had always loved the sight of all the lights and the colors but most of all he loved to wonder about all the people he would see through their windows. He only hoped that their lives were better than his. It seemed fitting to end it all there, he thought it would actually make things easier.
He sat down on the curb with the cars still visible and took out a small pocketknife. It was silver with his name on it in gold letters. "Dying with style", he said as he traced the letters with his thumb. He unfolded the knife and sank deep into thought when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Jeffery ", a familiar voice said in a low and caring tone "Jeff please it's me". He turned around knowing exactly who he would find behind him but when he looked into her eyes, he was breathless. Without words, she kissed him sending heat all through his body making him drop the knife he was holding.
"Briana sweetie I missed you so much" he said.
"I know baby I missed you to", trying to hold back the tears she skipped all the small talk and went straight to what she came there for. "Come with me please just come back to the hotel with me so that we can talk", She said almost begging.
Completely forgetting about his previous engagement with death, he nodded yes and pulled himself up off the ground with her help. "How did you find me anyway?" he asked.
"I have my ways", she said with a laugh. "And I know you to well" she said quickly picking up the fallen pocketknife while Jeff was busy brushing off his pants. "I was worried about you when you didn't call me, since you usually do when you come to Cameron. I was able to track you down using my excellent detective skills (with that they both had a small laugh) and by the looks of things I got here just in time", she said but with a relieved yet serious tone to her voice.
"Well you can say that", he said grabbing her hand and entwining his fingers with hers as they walked to her car, "but I don't want to talk about it tonight".
"Alright we don't have to if you don't wanna but we will later ok". Instead of saying anything, he squeezed her hand letting her know that he agreed.
One random morning after a long bleeding session, he hopped down on the floor and wrote. He wrote about everything he had been through and why it all had to end. When he was done, he signed and then stuffed it in his pocket. With that, he was out of the hotel room door and into his car. When his journey ended, he found himself on the side of the highway staring down at the cars. He had always loved the sight of all the lights and the colors but most of all he loved to wonder about all the people he would see through their windows. He only hoped that their lives were better than his. It seemed fitting to end it all there, he thought it would actually make things easier.
He sat down on the curb with the cars still visible and took out a small pocketknife. It was silver with his name on it in gold letters. "Dying with style", he said as he traced the letters with his thumb. He unfolded the knife and sank deep into thought when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Jeffery ", a familiar voice said in a low and caring tone "Jeff please it's me". He turned around knowing exactly who he would find behind him but when he looked into her eyes, he was breathless. Without words, she kissed him sending heat all through his body making him drop the knife he was holding.
"Briana sweetie I missed you so much" he said.
"I know baby I missed you to", trying to hold back the tears she skipped all the small talk and went straight to what she came there for. "Come with me please just come back to the hotel with me so that we can talk", She said almost begging.
Completely forgetting about his previous engagement with death, he nodded yes and pulled himself up off the ground with her help. "How did you find me anyway?" he asked.
"I have my ways", she said with a laugh. "And I know you to well" she said quickly picking up the fallen pocketknife while Jeff was busy brushing off his pants. "I was worried about you when you didn't call me, since you usually do when you come to Cameron. I was able to track you down using my excellent detective skills (with that they both had a small laugh) and by the looks of things I got here just in time", she said but with a relieved yet serious tone to her voice.
"Well you can say that", he said grabbing her hand and entwining his fingers with hers as they walked to her car, "but I don't want to talk about it tonight".
"Alright we don't have to if you don't wanna but we will later ok". Instead of saying anything, he squeezed her hand letting her know that he agreed.