Author's Note: The hard part of falling in love is getting together. To you Momo20, thanks for your suggestion.
Jarod turned one last time and nodded. "Parker?"
"Yes?" She answers, trying to hold in her uncontrolled emotions of her heart.
"Before I leave, tell me you love me, even if it's only a little bit."
Miss Parker closed her eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled and sighed painfully. "Some things aren't meant to be."
"Either you love me or you don't. Tell me one way or the other."
"Goodbye, Jarod." Miss Parker leaned against the closed door and slid down slowly to the floor. Her loud cries could be heard behind the opposite side of the door where Jarod stood, his hands pressed against it. He wanted to comfort her, hold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright. But, he knew it wasn't.
The Centre took their happiness away. The two of them together. If it were to ever happen, it won't be a fairy tale ending for them. No one ever lives happily ever after, not where The Centre is concerned. If they were to be together, they would eventually suffer the consequences.
Miss Parker crawled back into bed and hid under the covers. She peeked from under her blanket, staring at the clock as if waiting for his call.
Miss Parker cried for three days. She could feel herself dying gradually inside. That kiss which was long awaited for. It finally happened. She thought back of that night. She could still feel his lips on hers, the slip of his tongue in her slightly opened mouth. She wanted him back into her arms.
Broots found her sitting in his chair, her fingernails tapping rapidly on the desk.
"M-Miss Parker. You're back. How are you feeling? Heard you were sick, in bed with the flu."
"Cut the crap, Broots. Where the hell is he?"
"Who, Miss Parker?" He asked confused.
"Who the hell do you think! Jarod! You know where he is, don't you?" She raised her voice.
"No, I don't. Miss Parker."
"Don't you?" She asked almost tearfully.
Broots ran his fingers through what little hair he had. "Not this time. I don't know where he's gone to or what he's been up to."
"Find him," she demanded stomping away. "Please," she said in a whisper.
It was an exceptionally beautiful day. Jarod could hear birds perched up on a tree chirping amidst the sound of children's laughter. Looking up at the crystal blue sky, it reminded him of Miss Parker's eyes and it saddened him.
He reminisced back. He finally had her in his arms and would have taken her that night. Jarod could still taste her, his mouth on hers, their tongues together doing a dance of love, only to have it shortened by her sudden rejection.
"I wish I could erase all memories of her," he tells Broots. "But, I can't."
"She's looking for you, Jarod. I lied to her."
"Thanks. The Centre would never allow it. The two of us, right, Broots?"
"Does Thomas come to your mind? Careful what you wish for, it might come true."
"I'm willing to take my chances, but, something could happen to Miss Parker and I can't risk her life. Never tell her where I am. Never."