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Chapter 4
"I'm glad you made it." Jen said, embracing John in a long hug.
John returned the hug. "I wasn't planning on ditching."
Jen pulled away. "I would hope not!"
John smiled and followed after Jen who led him into the living room and offered him a seat on the couch.
"Coffee? Tea?" She asked, her body turning towards the kitchen.
"Tea would be lovely." John commented, clasping his hands together and sitting back comfortably on her couch.
The telly was on, nothing peculiarly grasping John's attention. Jen came back no more than two minutes later, with piping hot tea.
"Here." She said, placing the cup on a coaster.
"Thank you." John murmured.
Jen took a seat, her own cup settling between her small hands.
"Any love interests, John?" Jen said, a small smirk playing on her lips.
John swallowed and blinked.
"It's...complicated." John hesitated, and then sighed.
Jen's brows furrowed slightly and she placed her cup on the table.
"What's wrong?" She inquired. Jen had a gift of knowing when things weren't right. She can easily just tell, by the slightest frown or the emotion in your eyes.
"It's really nothing, Jen. No worries." John said, smiling half-heartedly.
"John, you can tell me, you know. I'm still your friend." She said, her words so sincere and trusting.
He let out a puff. "I..." John began, and then look away, shaking his head slightly. "I love someone...but society thinks it is immoral."
Jen's eyes wandered for a second before widening in realization.
"Oh, John." She said, got up and sat next to John. "People can be so cruel."
John nodded and bit his lower lip. "I know that...I don't know if I can do this anymore."
Jen frowned. "Why?"
"It's not fair to him. His reputation-"
"Who is he?" Jen interjected, curiously.
John closed his eyes, an immediate image of a tall man with beautiful, dark locks embroidering an angular face. The eyes stood out the most to John, though. The striking colors of the rainbow all mangled into the irises of a brilliant man that he has the blessing to call his own.
"Sherlock. His name is Sherlock Holmes." John said, the name just rolling off his tongue.
Jen smiled. "He is a very lucky man."
John shook his head. "I can't just let our relationship ruin him and..."
Jen laid a hand on John's shoulder. "John, you can tell me anything, okay? I'm here for you."
John looked up into Jen's soft, brown eyes.
"I know." He whispered.
Then he kissed her.