(Chapter 9)
(Only moments later) Jeff took a quick step forward, to chase after the woman he loved, then stopped. He turned around and shot the rest of them an uncertain look, although they didn't look so sure what to do themselves. Matt was the only one who responded. "Go!" He shouted.
Jeff didn't need another second to make a decision. He nodded ever-so-slightly then turned around, and began running after the woman he longed for.Through the thick crowds of people ahead of him, Jeff could see Trish a few feet away. Even Trish couldn't get too far, too fast with shoes with a heel that big. "Trish!" Jeff called, pushing others out of his way, "Trish!" Either she didn't hear him, or she just wished to ignore.
Trish reached the hotel before Jeff did, but he was right on her tail. She flung open the glass doors, bolted into the lobby, and ran up the stairs as best as she could. Only a mere foot away from her, Jeff reached to grab her once she reached their hotel room, but what he received in return was a door slammed in his face."Trish.." He begged, "I think we need to talk," From his perch outside the door, Jeff would hear Trish sobbing continuously. It broke is heart.
Then, he remembered something, it was his room too. He searched through his pockets and finally found it, holding his room key up in triumph. Quickly, he slid the key in and opened the heavy door to see the heart-breaking image of Trish leaning against her dresser, knees to her chest, sobbing.
"Trish…" Jeff soothed, coming towards her. She flinched when he first approached, but she wouldn't dare look up at him. She didn't need anymore pain. "C'mere," He said, lifting her up and cradling the blonde in his arms. "Okay, baby," He began, feeling her tears seeping into his shirt, "Tell me, what's wrong?" "I..I can't." She sobbed. Everything inside the small blonde was shaking. Although she was now inside, the cold chill still clung to her skin. Her heart was broken, shattered into a million little pieces, more scattered then the stars in the sky. The flashbacks wouldn't stop. Those horrible, painful flashbacks.
"Trish," Jeff began, "I know why you're crying. I recognized that damn place too. Talk to me baby, I need to know." "I hate that place, Jeff." Trish spat in anger.
"I know you do, but that's not why you're crying. Answer my question, Trish." "I can't stand being away from you, baby." She looked up at him, catching the mesmerizing gaze in his emerald eyes.
"I'm right here," Jeff said, confused.
"No," She spoke softly, "No matter how close I am to you, you're still so far away. I miss the way we used to be. Romantically. I miss the way you used to hold me, speak to me as if you'd never stop talking.--" "Trish.." Jeff interrupted, not sure if he wanted to hear what she was saying.
"No!" She sobbed, cutting him off and continuing to speak. "I've been living lies all these years. The whole time I wanted to be with you. Don't think for one minute I wasn't jealous of all those girls hanging over you 24/7. I've been longing way too long, Jeff. I love you." Trish stared up at him, hoping for an answer. But Jeff gave her nothing. He just stared back into her brown eyes, which seemed to be getting more hurt by the minute. "Jeff.." She choked. But, once again, he didn't answer. And this time it was his turn to run.
