This was originally a one shot piece but I decided to continue it. R&R!
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Frozen Water Chapter 2: A Rose
Jak was packing. Packing thing into boxes. Packing away memories. He glanced at one of the pictures. It was of him & Keira. He was smiling, something he so rarely did now that he remembered every time that he did. It was as clear to him as if it happened yesterday:
It was a warm day, a sunny day, and they had got bored of doing nothing; they had had a picnic in the bazaar. Jak still remembered the strange looks they had got as they sat down on a blanket and started eating in the middle of the market. That had made him smile. Someone had taken a picture and he had bought it off them. It had been a happy day, a happy memory.
Now it was over. Now he was leaving. He was protecting Keira. Shielding her from the greatest evil he knew of. Himself. He had to leave. No going back. He would leave and he would not come back. There was no way he could. She would move on. She had to.
Keira sat, and cried. She had lost him. She was alone now. He probably thought this would be good for her. Would save her from him. But she didn't care. She could handle him. Didn't he remember she had survived by herself in Haven for two years? She could survive knowing him. If he was going to leave though, why had he told her he loved her? Did he want to break her heart? Keira got up off the bed as she decided to go and see Jak.
As she strolled through the crowded streets everyone got out of her way. There was a fierce look in her eye that suggested that anyone who didn't move had better be ready to face the consequences. No one was brave enough, or stupid enough not to.
Everything was in the boxes or sold. Jak was ready to go. He paused at the door, looking behind him. Maybe he should leave something. Something for her. But what? Would she ever forgive him? What could he give her to make her see? Could she ever see why he had to leave her? He placed his gift, and left.
She stormed in through the door. Jak was long gone. There was nothing there. She looked around the desolate apartment, seeing but not taking in the empty space and lack of everything. All that was left was a table and on that table…
A photo and a rose.
Well that's it. Happy? Sad? How can I improve? Tell me please! I Need to know!