HI, this is a one shot with two chapters so two shot.

Jesse was never a ghost and they met somewhere in time. Just erase the mediator story in your system. I swear it is so random.

Character death. Do not fear though. Yeah, you saw that coming.

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Go with the flow okay?

"I heard they are planning to go back to Carmel, you didn't know? It says so right here, Susannah Simon and Jesse De Silva plane 24 which departed about a day ago." The clerk said.

"Thank you." Paul said through gritted teeth.

"That faulty detective never said anything about this." Paul thought with his anger raging.

He flipped his cell phone open and speed dialed. "Detective Lennox, this is Paul, Paul Slater, yes, about that….. They're in Carmel, Use your connections, and don't fail me this time, I want you to install bugs, voice recorders and videos in where they're staying at, be sure to catch those traitors! Do you hear me! Why are you still in the line? Work it now! NOW!" Paul shouted to his phone, his veins showing already in his neck.

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Jesse and Suze are lying in bed, half naked, the comforter covering their bodies while they're just looking at the ceiling.

"Is this what you wanted?" Jesse asked

"Of course! What makes you think that?" Suze asked shakily her voice breaking, she tried to conceal her true feelings though she knew very well that she's as easy to read as the alphabet

Nothing happened between the two, just mere talking. Suze in her camisole and underwear, while Jesse in his boxers.

"I've noticed,…these past few days, you ways have that far away look in your eyes. Regret?… perhaps?" Jesse asked Suze in a gentle tone filled with emotions too deep to be understood by anyone.
Suze liked that in him, he doesn't talk that often. "A man of a few words" she likes to say but when he finally talks it's intensity is very empowering, very full of emotion and he doesn't babble, he only talks when he should, as if on cue, but around him, Suze feels… insecure and yet, delicate, he was always the "Magnet", he was usually gentlemanly… in the end leaving Suze alone. Around him, she feels ignored and invisible. somehow, Suze feels attracted to him but deep inside her heart, she wants to be loved, to be fought for, for someone to get desperate enough for her attention, with Jesse, she never felt that. But with someone else…. This breaks her heart even more. She's torn… two lovers, two roads leading to different destinies. But she refuses to think about HIM anymore. He's arrogant, he's egoholic, he's a charmer, a bad boy material, A heartbreaker…. But what was this she's feeling?

Infatuation?

Her conscience nagging?

Intimidation?

Or worse… regret?

Worst: love?

Suze shook her head mentally, but a tear fell and Jesse noticed.

"Why did you come with me, then?" Jesse asked as his arm was around Suze's shoulder, stroking it every now and then.
Suze was caught unprepared with Jesse's question.

"Because I wanted to." Suze answered in a whisper enough for the both of them to hear.

"Hmmm, you wanted to, or you had to?" Jesse said choosing his words carefully as to not send wrong messages.

"Of course, I wanted to, my mind was set to be with you, here, in Carmel." Suze answered.

"Your mind…" Jesse trailed off

"But what about your heart?…." Jesse whispered into her ear, letting the thought sink in. But not in a rude way, He was just asking, his emotions controlled.

An unanticipated tear trickled down Suze's face, it started with one tear then the next thing she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"You're right. I went back here, but….. I- I left my heart back in New York…" she was sobbing uncontrollably now.

"I- I'm- s-so sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm really really s-sorry." She added in an effort to talk.

"Sshh, querida, It's alright. You don't have to be sorry for coming here with me. When you think about it, it kind of hurts when you say that." He chuckled despite his saddness.
"Do you want to go back?…. To N.Y?" Jesse asked tenderly. With this Suze's eyes met up to his.

"Yes…" But even before she could finish. A booklet was handed to her. Passport.

"What?….."

"I knew. It was quite obvious, how you feel. I can read you like an open book." Jesse

Finally, I can payback to the things I've done to Paul. He says he loves me, but he hurts my feelings every time he shows his love. I don't even say I love you to him but I hurt him just the same… especially now. What could he be doing now? I hope he'll stay and wait for me just like the many times he does in my doorstep in the pouring rain.
"Why are you doing this?" Suze asked.

"Love. Love isn't supposed to be greedy, Love is about giving… Giving in. But never giving up. Just giving in. That's why I'm now giving in to the tide, Suze, loving someone who doesn't love you back isn't called love, Love has to be a two way street where two cars pass in harmony."

"I'll try and remember that, I hope you forgive me." I didn't mean to fall in love with him. I didn't mean to play with your feelings.

"You never have to ask for forgiveness from me. It's him, you have to ask pardon for, he might be looking for us now… But… remember when he leaves you I'll be here, when he hurts you I'll be here waiting, my love won't change. I hope you don't mind me asking, how come you didn't tell him how you feel and why didn't you just refuse when I asked you to come with me? You had a choice."

They didn't notice a figure of a man walk in.

"I- I really-- don-- PAUL"
At the corner of their bed where the curtains draped over the posts, Paul was standing there, feeling rage and betrayed.

He was carrying a gun.

Jess was about to sit up and try to calm Paul who was now shaking with fury.

"You, you betrayed me! How could you!" Paul said but Jesse never got to answer because before he could, a silver bullet pierced him, sending him immediately to a deep and never ending sleep. Suze was about to protest but before she could stand up, the gun erupted, making her bleed and making her head fall back down the soft pillow. Her eyes were wide, still registering shock. Paul, not knowing what he just did and why, He immediately dropped the gun and knelt down to Suze's side. Her breaths were becoming a hard labor now, she was grasping for air. Paul, panicking, doesn't know what to do, He can't form a single sentence even a single swear word he usually says. He kept touching Suze's face...alarmed.

"Suze, Suze! Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Suze! Please, hold on." Paul encouraged Suze while she was grasping for air.

Just before she was about to go, she had to say the truth.

"P-Paul, sorry."

"Suze! Please don't, it- it wasn't your fault. Oh God."

"I love"

"you" she added in a hoarse whisper.

Tears started streaming down Paul's face.

"Suze, Suze? Suze! Come back! Please?" But she was gone.

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Paul got the voice recorder under the bed and listened to theis conversation. Paul also saw the passport in Suze's hands. Now, the world doesn't mean anything to him anymore. A man without love is a broken man.

Tears just wouldn't stop flowing.

So he resolved to go to the beach. He walked bare footed to the setting sun.

He slowly and deliberately pointed his gun to his head. For a moment time had stopped. Paul lay there, lifeless. The Sun was now a witness of a crime. A crime of passion and guilt. With the setting of the sun, it ends three lives which time and destiny had weaved together, But as the sun dawns over to start a new day, three lives, three loves, are rekindled. For a love ends just to start anew and is Love not sweeter the second time around?

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L.J