A/N: First of all, thanks to my first couple of reviewers, you guys rock,
and I hope you keep reading.
Of course, I do not own any of the characters (except the new ones)
mentioned throughout this whole story, they all belong to the talented Meg
Cabot. Ditto for any lyrics that I might use (except for the Meg Cabot
part).
Susannah:
As soon as I told Jesse the "good news" I could have sworn he went pale, even though technically he couldn't, him being a ghost and all.
His eyes suddenly became empty and he said, "W...what? Are you sure?" I didn't even know why he sounded so shocked. We would still be able to see eachother, and he knows I wouldn't lie to him, or at least I hope he does.
"Of course I'm sure," I said, and and I noticed that he broke his steady gaze and began to study his hands, which were resting in his lap. "Jesse, what is it?" This way weird, because Jesse is never, ever, at a loss for words.
He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but instead he just closed it again and heaved a huge sigh.
By now I had gotten really upset. What is it that he can't tell me? "Jesse." I demanded. "Tell me, now."
Jesse then ran his fingers through his dark hair and mumbled something in Spanish. Then, in English, "It's just that, I might not . . . . well, I won't. . . . I mean,"
"Jesse," I said, exasperated. "Just spit it out, already." But the minute he actually did "spit it out, already" I wished I had never said those words.
He said it really fast, and it all sounded like one long word."Iwon'tbeabletoseeyouagain."
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them, again. "If you move, I will not be able to see you again."
I froze.
Jesse:
I couldn't say it. In all my years, nothing has ever been this hard to do. Break Susannah's, and my own heart, I mean.
I was a mess. Mumbling, and stuttering. I simply couldn't, as Susannah demanded that I do, 'spit it out'.
Then when I finally did, it all came out in a jumbled mess. This was unlike me. I guess the thought of losing my Querida had gotten to me.
Calm down, Hector. I told myself. You can do this. Relax.
I closed my eyes. "If you move," I said, opening them again. "I will not be able to see you again."
I saw all the color drain from Susannah's face as she brought her hand to her temples.
"What?" She wanted to know. "Did Father Dominic tell you that? I really should--"
"It's something else." I interrupted. "It wasn't the priest. There's something keeping me here, in this town. I believe it happens to everyone who was, well, murdered. Do you know what that means, Susannah?" I asked, slightly shaking her shoulders, when I noticed a sudden emptiness in her once vibrant green eyes. "I can't visit you for more than a few minutes at a time, if at all, Querida."
"No," she said. "No, this can't be happening. It's bad enough that I have to leave all of my friends, but leaving you? Never. We're destined to be together, Jesse. Madam Zara said so. This isn't happening."
I tilted my head slightly to one side."Who is Madam Zara?"
She didn't answer. Instead she kept repeating, "No. This isn't real." over and over again.
"Querida," I said, wrapping my arms around her, and whispering into her ear. "Te amo, Susannah. I love you. Promise me you won't let something silly like distance come between us. Promise me, Susannah." I let go of her, and spoke more clearly. "I believe what you say, amor, that we are supposed to be together. So, if we are ever separated, promise me I will always remain with you."
She smiled a little and whispered, "I promise."
I gave her a light kiss on the cheek when I heard a voice say, "Well, Suze, your mom told me to come on up. She said it might cheer you up a bit. But it looks like de Silva arrived here before me."
A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought. I'm hoping for Suze to actually move next in the next chapter. Lots of love, Luna.
Susannah:
As soon as I told Jesse the "good news" I could have sworn he went pale, even though technically he couldn't, him being a ghost and all.
His eyes suddenly became empty and he said, "W...what? Are you sure?" I didn't even know why he sounded so shocked. We would still be able to see eachother, and he knows I wouldn't lie to him, or at least I hope he does.
"Of course I'm sure," I said, and and I noticed that he broke his steady gaze and began to study his hands, which were resting in his lap. "Jesse, what is it?" This way weird, because Jesse is never, ever, at a loss for words.
He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but instead he just closed it again and heaved a huge sigh.
By now I had gotten really upset. What is it that he can't tell me? "Jesse." I demanded. "Tell me, now."
Jesse then ran his fingers through his dark hair and mumbled something in Spanish. Then, in English, "It's just that, I might not . . . . well, I won't. . . . I mean,"
"Jesse," I said, exasperated. "Just spit it out, already." But the minute he actually did "spit it out, already" I wished I had never said those words.
He said it really fast, and it all sounded like one long word."Iwon'tbeabletoseeyouagain."
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them, again. "If you move, I will not be able to see you again."
I froze.
Jesse:
I couldn't say it. In all my years, nothing has ever been this hard to do. Break Susannah's, and my own heart, I mean.
I was a mess. Mumbling, and stuttering. I simply couldn't, as Susannah demanded that I do, 'spit it out'.
Then when I finally did, it all came out in a jumbled mess. This was unlike me. I guess the thought of losing my Querida had gotten to me.
Calm down, Hector. I told myself. You can do this. Relax.
I closed my eyes. "If you move," I said, opening them again. "I will not be able to see you again."
I saw all the color drain from Susannah's face as she brought her hand to her temples.
"What?" She wanted to know. "Did Father Dominic tell you that? I really should--"
"It's something else." I interrupted. "It wasn't the priest. There's something keeping me here, in this town. I believe it happens to everyone who was, well, murdered. Do you know what that means, Susannah?" I asked, slightly shaking her shoulders, when I noticed a sudden emptiness in her once vibrant green eyes. "I can't visit you for more than a few minutes at a time, if at all, Querida."
"No," she said. "No, this can't be happening. It's bad enough that I have to leave all of my friends, but leaving you? Never. We're destined to be together, Jesse. Madam Zara said so. This isn't happening."
I tilted my head slightly to one side."Who is Madam Zara?"
She didn't answer. Instead she kept repeating, "No. This isn't real." over and over again.
"Querida," I said, wrapping my arms around her, and whispering into her ear. "Te amo, Susannah. I love you. Promise me you won't let something silly like distance come between us. Promise me, Susannah." I let go of her, and spoke more clearly. "I believe what you say, amor, that we are supposed to be together. So, if we are ever separated, promise me I will always remain with you."
She smiled a little and whispered, "I promise."
I gave her a light kiss on the cheek when I heard a voice say, "Well, Suze, your mom told me to come on up. She said it might cheer you up a bit. But it looks like de Silva arrived here before me."
A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought. I'm hoping for Suze to actually move next in the next chapter. Lots of love, Luna.