CHAPTER TWO
As both Bianca and Erica gave into the darkness of the night, across down Jackson was battling his own demons. He was getting married tomorrow, but his thought seemed to bring him back to a time when he had imagined a life with Erica. He was happy, not the earth shattering kind of happiness, but a subtler more comfortable happiness. He was dating Veronica for over a year now and had purposed to her on their anniversary. It was not a magnificent event by any means, more of a low-keyed moment, which in some sense was a reflection of their relationship. Veronica was beautiful, but she was no match for Erica and everyone knew this especially Jackson's.
As he lied in bed, desperately trying to rid his mind of thoughts of Erica, he found himself reminiscing about different moments in his life. He remembered the first time he got a glimpse of her and how he found himself weak in her presence. He could not help but remember Paris and New York and every moment that he was with her. Erica was larger than life and every moment spent with her was a moment to treasure. As he continued to reminisce about his life one thing remained constant. Every moment Jackson thought about rapped itself around the memory of Erica. For the first moment in long time, Jackson felt complete.
Suddenly a loud bang of thunder erupted from the storm outside crashing against Jackson's thoughts and bringing him back to the reality of his surroundings. His eyes moved slowly around the room looking for something that brought familiarity and safety, but instead it only made him feel more alone. There was sadness in his heart that was only seen once before and only by Erica. He knew that is was not the storm, but his thought of Erica that was keeping him from sleep. He walked down the hallway to the living room in the hopes that a change of scenery would somehow change his thought pattern. As he sat in his office chair, trying to keep his mind off of Erica, his eyes caught a glimpse of a picture of Veronica. Her love for Jackson was undeniable and anyone that saw them together could not help but see how much she adored this man. On the outside, they were the perfect match. Those close to Jackson knew that he cared about Veronica, but that she was not the love of his life. They also knew that to tell him so would be a fatal error in their friendship, so they remained quiet. As Jackson continued to stare at the picture of Veronica, he found himself once again thinking of Erica. He sat back in his chair thinking about the moment outside Erica's penthouse when he was going to tell her that he was engaged. He remembers thinking about how long he had stood outside her door trying to find the strength to knock. It is hard to know how long Jackson might have stayed there, if Erica did not find him waiting outside her door, but one thing is for sure, know one could have prepared them for what was about to happen.
As both Bianca and Erica gave into the darkness of the night, across down Jackson was battling his own demons. He was getting married tomorrow, but his thought seemed to bring him back to a time when he had imagined a life with Erica. He was happy, not the earth shattering kind of happiness, but a subtler more comfortable happiness. He was dating Veronica for over a year now and had purposed to her on their anniversary. It was not a magnificent event by any means, more of a low-keyed moment, which in some sense was a reflection of their relationship. Veronica was beautiful, but she was no match for Erica and everyone knew this especially Jackson's.
As he lied in bed, desperately trying to rid his mind of thoughts of Erica, he found himself reminiscing about different moments in his life. He remembered the first time he got a glimpse of her and how he found himself weak in her presence. He could not help but remember Paris and New York and every moment that he was with her. Erica was larger than life and every moment spent with her was a moment to treasure. As he continued to reminisce about his life one thing remained constant. Every moment Jackson thought about rapped itself around the memory of Erica. For the first moment in long time, Jackson felt complete.
Suddenly a loud bang of thunder erupted from the storm outside crashing against Jackson's thoughts and bringing him back to the reality of his surroundings. His eyes moved slowly around the room looking for something that brought familiarity and safety, but instead it only made him feel more alone. There was sadness in his heart that was only seen once before and only by Erica. He knew that is was not the storm, but his thought of Erica that was keeping him from sleep. He walked down the hallway to the living room in the hopes that a change of scenery would somehow change his thought pattern. As he sat in his office chair, trying to keep his mind off of Erica, his eyes caught a glimpse of a picture of Veronica. Her love for Jackson was undeniable and anyone that saw them together could not help but see how much she adored this man. On the outside, they were the perfect match. Those close to Jackson knew that he cared about Veronica, but that she was not the love of his life. They also knew that to tell him so would be a fatal error in their friendship, so they remained quiet. As Jackson continued to stare at the picture of Veronica, he found himself once again thinking of Erica. He sat back in his chair thinking about the moment outside Erica's penthouse when he was going to tell her that he was engaged. He remembers thinking about how long he had stood outside her door trying to find the strength to knock. It is hard to know how long Jackson might have stayed there, if Erica did not find him waiting outside her door, but one thing is for sure, know one could have prepared them for what was about to happen.