Chapter 8 - A Heavy Conversation
Lissandra was quiet now, like one in deep thought. Once again Jack found her irresistible; her eyes were a million miles away, her lips tight and hopeful and her hair was blowing off her face.
When, finally, Jack gathered his courage he spoke.
'Why do you grieve for yourself, Lissandra?'
'Because I have no one else to grieve for. Do you think me selfish?'
'I think you're brave.'
'Brave? I'm not brave.' Lissandra slowly spoke each word. 'I'm frightened.'
'Of what?'
'I don't want to make a choice.'
'What choice?'
'Jack...' She started, but before she could say anything, his lips were pressed against hers. 'Oh, Jack!' She whispered. He moved away from her mouth now, and trailed down her neck. Lissandra pushed him away.
'Why do you that?' He yelled.
'What?'
'Every time I try to get close to you, you push me away.' Lissandra was quiet. Tears streamed down her face. 'What are you afraid of, Lissandra?'
'I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of us. Of me and you and what will become of us.'
'Why?'
'I don't want to have a choice.'
'What choice!'
'Between you, Jack! When the end comes, I don't want to make a choice between you and the rest of my life.'
'But love is living.'
'And what if I'm blind to it? What if you don't really love me and I don't love you?'
'That is a decision you will have to make.'
'But I don't want to.'
'Lissandra...' Jack put his hand on her face. 'I hurt you once upon a time. I don't want to do it again.' Jack's eyes were glazed with tears, but he still had a smile on his lips. 'I promise, Lissandra, I promise I won't hurt you, ever.'
'I told you before; don't make me promises that you can't keep.'
'I'm not. I won't.'
It may have been the current situation, or Jack's really sexy voice, but Lissandra felt as if her heart had just been speared and there was only way to fix it... CENCORED
... Lissandra lay awake. Jack's warm body lay next to hers, and in the moment she thought she was the luckiest girl in the whole world. For hours she watched him, all the while wishing he would open his eyes. She didn't know why, but she wanted to gaze into them. She had never seen him this peaceful before, for that matter, she had never seen him asleep before. She wanted to kiss his soft lips and play with his dreadlocks. She wanted to un- braid his beard and let him go wild with ferocity and passion.
It was after this thought, that she became very aware of herself and her feelings. 'Oh no!' She said to herself. 'I've fallen...'
Lissandra was quiet now, like one in deep thought. Once again Jack found her irresistible; her eyes were a million miles away, her lips tight and hopeful and her hair was blowing off her face.
When, finally, Jack gathered his courage he spoke.
'Why do you grieve for yourself, Lissandra?'
'Because I have no one else to grieve for. Do you think me selfish?'
'I think you're brave.'
'Brave? I'm not brave.' Lissandra slowly spoke each word. 'I'm frightened.'
'Of what?'
'I don't want to make a choice.'
'What choice?'
'Jack...' She started, but before she could say anything, his lips were pressed against hers. 'Oh, Jack!' She whispered. He moved away from her mouth now, and trailed down her neck. Lissandra pushed him away.
'Why do you that?' He yelled.
'What?'
'Every time I try to get close to you, you push me away.' Lissandra was quiet. Tears streamed down her face. 'What are you afraid of, Lissandra?'
'I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of us. Of me and you and what will become of us.'
'Why?'
'I don't want to have a choice.'
'What choice!'
'Between you, Jack! When the end comes, I don't want to make a choice between you and the rest of my life.'
'But love is living.'
'And what if I'm blind to it? What if you don't really love me and I don't love you?'
'That is a decision you will have to make.'
'But I don't want to.'
'Lissandra...' Jack put his hand on her face. 'I hurt you once upon a time. I don't want to do it again.' Jack's eyes were glazed with tears, but he still had a smile on his lips. 'I promise, Lissandra, I promise I won't hurt you, ever.'
'I told you before; don't make me promises that you can't keep.'
'I'm not. I won't.'
It may have been the current situation, or Jack's really sexy voice, but Lissandra felt as if her heart had just been speared and there was only way to fix it... CENCORED
... Lissandra lay awake. Jack's warm body lay next to hers, and in the moment she thought she was the luckiest girl in the whole world. For hours she watched him, all the while wishing he would open his eyes. She didn't know why, but she wanted to gaze into them. She had never seen him this peaceful before, for that matter, she had never seen him asleep before. She wanted to kiss his soft lips and play with his dreadlocks. She wanted to un- braid his beard and let him go wild with ferocity and passion.
It was after this thought, that she became very aware of herself and her feelings. 'Oh no!' She said to herself. 'I've fallen...'