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Chapter 8: And So the Next Chapter Begins....


For the next month I watched as she got better. Her wound completely healed, but it appeared as if she was drifting away from me. My mind could not fathom what was going on. How could she one minute tell me she loved me, and the next act as if I did not exist. I had no idea what I was to do. I often questioned myself, seeking a way to make her want me as she did in the past. Like she wanted me a few weeks before.

She wanted nothing to do with me at all, so it seemed.

I let her have her space. I wasn't going to push her away any further. I needed what little grasp I had on her, to stay in tack. She didn't know it, but I would have never let her go. Even if she would have 'attempted' to walk out the door, I would have dragged her ass back. She didn't. That gave me hope. There goes another fuckin' word I never thought I would use. Hope. Anyway, I forced myself into her life. I made her realize, or at least I tried to make her see, that I wasn't going anywhere.

I remember the day the next chapter of our lives began...

It was the middle of summer, and the sun just made its way over the hills of the small village we lived in. I sat in my room. My legs contorted like a pretzel, and my fingers on my temples. I was thinking. Asking whatever higher power there was to please, help me win my Jack back. I heard the front door open and then the sound of the screen door slam shut, and the night's sounds consume our small cabin.

Maybe she was thinking of a way to come back to me.

I waited until I was sure she was in her own little word. I stood from my mediated position, and walked to the back door. I slowly, without warning her, walked out of the house and started for the front of the yard, to the front porch. I rounded the corner and caught her figure. She was gazing up into the night's sky, at the star's. I thought of what I was going to do, to make her see, she was mine. She would always be mine.

No one would ever change that.

I'm not sure how long I was standing there, thinking of a way to make her want me, but it must have been a while. When I came out of my daze, I saw she had fallen asleep. Her head resting on the railing of the steps, her legs crossed at the ankles. I slowly walked to her, making sure my footsteps didn't wake her with the crushing of the fallen leaves, and St. Augustine grass.

She looked like an angel under the moonlight.

I stood over her, just taking in her beauty. God knew what he was doing when he made my Jack. I knelt beside her and brushed the fallen hairs from her face. My fingers itched to touch her, itched to hold her close to my body. The plan I had thought out, just moments ago, seemed to get better and better. I don't know what really got into me, but all I remembered was bringing my face closer to hers.

Maybe I wasn't good at expressing with words, but I could with 'love.'

I kissed her passionately. The heat of our lips burning me to the core. I felt her struggle to break free of my hold. I locked eyes with her, hoping all that I needed to say, was evident in my silver orbs. She stiffened, as did I. I started to speak, but was brought into another heated kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she whispered in my ear. She apologized for the past few weeks. She told me she was scared, and not sure of how life with me would turn out.

I was ready to show her.