The dematerializing flicker froze, and reversed itself. Jesse was coming
back! Oh, joy! I could speak to him again. But no. It disappeared. He kept
going.
'Jesse!' I yelled, 'Please, oh Jesse, come back! I need to talk to you!'
Nothing.
I was going to cry again. I knew it. Hot liquid stung at the corners of my eyes. I sank down, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My heart felt as though it was corroding from the pain. It was bitter and relentless. I could have died from it.
'Yes, Susannah?'
Despite the coldness of his tone, I felt as though I was born again. Ah, he came back to talk to me! I loved him! How I loved him so! And I was going to tell him.
If only he had have given me the chance . . .
I hopped off my bed, practically tripping. But he didn't catch me. Oh, no, he lat me fall flat on my face.
That was not a good sign.
I stared at the unsmiling face of Jesse. 'I'm so sorry,' I began. 'You don't understand, Jesse, if only you knew what I did-'
He cut me short. 'I know what you did, and I know why you did it,' his harsh voice rang clearly in my ears. 'You love Paul. How could I have been so blind? Now, if you don't mind, which I'm sure you don't, I have more important places to be.' He started to dematerialize.
I felt as though I'd just been shot.
'What?!' I gasped. 'No, no, no, Jesse!' I saw a glimmer of what looked like hope in his eyes, but it was too quick to be sure. I had to tell him that I loved him, but why was it so hard? Why did I feel as though my heart was being ripped in half by desperation, and love?
Love, because I loved him with all my heart, and didn't want to lose him.
And desperation because I knew I would lose him if I told him.
Because Paul would exorcise him. Or worse . . .
I opened my mouth rebelliously, ready to confess my affections, but the words seemed to be glued to the insides of my throat, and I choked on them. Jesse was just standing there, looking at me with this look of utter loathing. I guess I can't blame him, seeing as though I stamped on his dream, but I couldn't do anything about that. All I could so was tell him I loved him, and that I was doing him to save him from what sounded like a terrible fate.
But then, before when I had asked him to stay, he did, and so he had to have a reason.
'Well, Susannah?'
I took a deep breath, ready to try again. 'Jesse, I have to tell you something before it's too late.' My hair brushed before my eyes, and I had to flick it out. Usually, Jesse would have been the one to move it, but not anymore. He hated me too much now.
'Hurry up, please, Susannah, I don't have all day.'
'Jesse, I lo-'
But I never got to finish that sentence. Because right there, the door swung open, revealing . . . well, I'm sure you can guess . . .
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A/N: You guys rule! Thanks for the awesome reviews, and keep coming. Sorry this was SO short. And no, the twist wasn't in this chapter, I am looking for the rest of the HAND WRITTEN story, which I lost, and Kate, my friend, is going to kill me! I will try to find it and get another chappie up soon.
Cyaz, luv uz all.
Lauren.
'Jesse!' I yelled, 'Please, oh Jesse, come back! I need to talk to you!'
Nothing.
I was going to cry again. I knew it. Hot liquid stung at the corners of my eyes. I sank down, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My heart felt as though it was corroding from the pain. It was bitter and relentless. I could have died from it.
'Yes, Susannah?'
Despite the coldness of his tone, I felt as though I was born again. Ah, he came back to talk to me! I loved him! How I loved him so! And I was going to tell him.
If only he had have given me the chance . . .
I hopped off my bed, practically tripping. But he didn't catch me. Oh, no, he lat me fall flat on my face.
That was not a good sign.
I stared at the unsmiling face of Jesse. 'I'm so sorry,' I began. 'You don't understand, Jesse, if only you knew what I did-'
He cut me short. 'I know what you did, and I know why you did it,' his harsh voice rang clearly in my ears. 'You love Paul. How could I have been so blind? Now, if you don't mind, which I'm sure you don't, I have more important places to be.' He started to dematerialize.
I felt as though I'd just been shot.
'What?!' I gasped. 'No, no, no, Jesse!' I saw a glimmer of what looked like hope in his eyes, but it was too quick to be sure. I had to tell him that I loved him, but why was it so hard? Why did I feel as though my heart was being ripped in half by desperation, and love?
Love, because I loved him with all my heart, and didn't want to lose him.
And desperation because I knew I would lose him if I told him.
Because Paul would exorcise him. Or worse . . .
I opened my mouth rebelliously, ready to confess my affections, but the words seemed to be glued to the insides of my throat, and I choked on them. Jesse was just standing there, looking at me with this look of utter loathing. I guess I can't blame him, seeing as though I stamped on his dream, but I couldn't do anything about that. All I could so was tell him I loved him, and that I was doing him to save him from what sounded like a terrible fate.
But then, before when I had asked him to stay, he did, and so he had to have a reason.
'Well, Susannah?'
I took a deep breath, ready to try again. 'Jesse, I have to tell you something before it's too late.' My hair brushed before my eyes, and I had to flick it out. Usually, Jesse would have been the one to move it, but not anymore. He hated me too much now.
'Hurry up, please, Susannah, I don't have all day.'
'Jesse, I lo-'
But I never got to finish that sentence. Because right there, the door swung open, revealing . . . well, I'm sure you can guess . . .
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A/N: You guys rule! Thanks for the awesome reviews, and keep coming. Sorry this was SO short. And no, the twist wasn't in this chapter, I am looking for the rest of the HAND WRITTEN story, which I lost, and Kate, my friend, is going to kill me! I will try to find it and get another chappie up soon.
Cyaz, luv uz all.
Lauren.