Unruly Hearts
CHAPTER ONE
It had been just three weeks since the inn. Since that one night where the hurt and the pain was forgotten, and Woody and Jordan submitted to the blinding passion they held on to. It seemed as though everything would finally be set right. And then everything became tumbled and twisted. It all fell apart. They fell apart.
"What do you mean Jordan?" Woody screamed in agony. "After all these years, you always turning away from me, you expect me to just drop everything to catch the slim chance you may be serious this time? I already told you, I am not going to be some rebound guy! Don't make excuses Jordan! I know you, this will be just like all the other times! You're not serious about us! You never are! You just want me to chase you forever, but you'll never allow me to catch you. I'm done. You're not serious, you're just jealous. Good try Jordan, but I am not going to give in. Not again."
"Woody! It's not like that!" Jordan shouted through the tears which were now freely flowing, too emotional to hide the emotions. "That night meant everything to me! How can it mean nothing to you?"
"Your kidding yourself Jordan. Four years of tension got released that night, I'll admit. But I'm done. It was a mistake. You know it and I know it."
"No it wasn't. I never thought that Woody! That was much more than nothing, and was absolutely not a mistake."
"Stop Jordan. Just stop. I can't do this. I have to meet Lu in an hour. We're done." Woody sighed, exhausted from the argument.
"We can't be done Woods." Jordan wept.
"We are done Jordan. We never even began. Not really. We never were." Woody remorsefully explained.
"We always were Woody. If you don't see that, if you don't know that, you don't know me at all!" Jordan whispered. "I'll leave you alone to get ready for your date." she said sadly as she sluggishly left his apartment and stepped into the downpour outside.
A few days passed before Woody and Jordan encountered each other. Woody has avoided Jordan at all costs, afraid to face her, and inwardly afraid to face the truth. He was hiding behind Lu, because Jordan was the real thing, the one, and he didn't know if he could handle that. Yet at least.
Jordan had crawled up in a shell since Woody ended their would-be relationship with such finality. She barely ate, rarely slept, and dove into her work. But her passion, her drive, her heart, was absent from her life. She was a ghost of herself.
Nigel noticed her unnatural behavior. He cornered her in her office as she was preparing an autopsy report. He knelt down beside her and forced her to spill her guts. Without Woody, Nigel became her best friend. Seemingly her only friend even though she knew that wasn't the case at all. So she spilled. Everything. About the inn, Woody, Lu, and everything that had dumped her to this pit of despair. She let the tears flow freely once again, and rested on Nigel's shoulder as her body shook convulsively from the tears.
Woody was the detective on her most recent case. He came in for the case file she was finishing and saw Jordan and Nigel.
She sure seems devastated, already jumped into Nigel's arms now that we're done. Pathetic. What a dramatic liar. Woody thought to himself. But as he stood and watched them, a wave of jealousy and pain hit him. Unlike any emotion he ever had before.
He asked Garrett to fax the report to the precinct. Woody proceeded to jump into the elevator and go home.
And then Woody left. He ran. He ran away from Boston, and away from Jordan. He just ran.