Jeff walked aimlessly for hours, his vision impaired by pain. Any lights that showed in the dark night were just hazy ghosts to him. No matter what thought crossed his mind, it just always reminded him of how close his was to everything he had ever wanted: friends who accepted him, a nice town where he was needed, and a girl, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, a girl that had feelings for him too were all gone. At the very last second…
"All thanks to him…" Jeff cursed to himself.
"Because off him, I have nothing… I am nothing"
Jeff had an knack for bottling up his rage, but in one split second it all came out at once. With one hand he had hit the stone wall beside him with full force. When he removed his hand, he saw chunks of brick missing from the wall, he looked back at his hand and saw that it was bleeding, but he didn't feel it. He couldn't feel the physical pain, it was overpowered by his emotional pain.
Jeff could feel tears starting to form in his eyes, he looked up to keep them in. When he did he saw an airport in the distance, he knew exactly where to go now…
Jeff stepped into the massive airport and looked up at the board listing "departures":
Los Angeles
Detroit
Miami…
Jeff keep reading,…
Tallahassee
Cleveland …
Raleigh
…Jeff knew exactly where to go…
~The Next Day~
It was six in the morning, the sun was just reaching the horizon as Jeff steeped off of the small plane. It only seated twelve. Jeff used what ever money he had left for the flight there, so he scavenged what ever money he could find on the streets to get a bus. He could of just walked to where he wanted to go, but even if he did have the ware withal to walk, he couldn't really remember where it was anyway.
He finally was able to catch a bus, it was old and rickety, but it would take him. Jeff walked up to the driver, who was portly and seemed to be sweating even though it was 75 degrees out.
"Are you going to Thompson's Cemetery?" Jeff asked quietly.
"You got 50 cents son?" The driver croaked back.
Jeff then deposited his collection of pennies and nickels in to the fair box and found a seat next to a window. As the bus began to move to it's next destination, Jeff could see the yellow-green grass perched on each lawn, he remembered everything about his early childhood with Will. Just like a normal family, they would run to the living room every Christmas morning and wake their parents, they would spend every summer afternoon playing baseball of football out on the lawn. It was great…
"Were here son!" The driver called out, snapping Jeff out of his reminiscing. He realized he was the only one on the bus.
Jeff slowly walked to the entrance of the graveyard, and watched the bus disappear into the distance. He strolled through the dark and decrepit place searching tombstone after tombstone, until finally he found it…
Timothy Llewellyn, the man Jeff shot in cold blood just three years ago. His tombstone read the fallowing:
Timothy A. Llewellyn
May 19, 1976 - January 2, 2008
Loving Uncle and Husband
Jeff wanted to say a few words in his honor.
"Hello, I'm Jeff… Jeff Sydal. Three years ago I shot you down, I was scared, nervous, and desperate. I know this makes no difference to you or your family and there's nothing I could ever do to replace what was taken from you… I want you to let you know that I'm so sorry…"
Tears ran down Jeff's face as he continued,
"What I did was cowardly and heartless, but I will pay you back…. By taking my own life like I took yours…"
With that Jeff pulled a pistol out of his pocket and put it to his head, and laid a hand on Timothy's tombstone
"I'm sorry" he whispered one more time and wrapped his finger around the trigger.
But just before he pulled the trigger. He felt someone tackle him and pin him to the ground… It was a weeping Argent.
"Jeff! Don't do it! Please!" She yelled, Jeff could feel her teardrops on his face.
"You don't want me anymore! You don't trust me!" Jeff said back he got her off him and scrambled for the gun. He was once again stopped by Argent who wrapped her arms around him, partly because she loved him, and partly to keep his arms down and away from the gun.
"How did you find me here?" Jeff asked
"I fallowed you to the airport and saw you board the flight to here, I quickly flew over here and found you, I just wanted to say I'm sorry Jeff, I didn't mean what I said, I was just so scared. But now I see how bad you feel, and how much compassion you have for others…. I just want you back Jeff. I love you…"
Jeff dropped his gun and slowly wrapped his arms around Argent's waist,
"I love you too…" He answered back.
Author's Note: Sorry this took me awhile, my internet was down for the longest time. Anyways, Jeff may have earned Argent's trust back, but what about the rest of the Titans?…..
-Your Fellow Writer,
A.J Penn