Post by silent.lullaby on Jul 25, 2010 9:22:37 GMT -5
"Jack?"
"Yeah." He didn't turn around when he replied, and Belinda just stared at the back of his head.
"I'm sorry." She heard him scoff and could nearly see his smirk in her head. "It just..." she sighed, how cliche, "happened."
"Yes, you just tripped, and he was helping you up with his face."
"You don't have to be childish about it." Belinda responded her hands trembling.
"Childish," he repeated softly. "Why?" He finally turned around, finally faced her. "Why did you kiss him?"
Staring into his deep green eyes somehow, unimaginably made this so much harder. His forehead was wrinkled in his confusion, and, she seen, in his pain. She took a breath in, and it came out shaky. "Because... he was there." She responded simply, "and you... you never are." Her breathing picked up, she was blinking rapidly and looking up to the ceiling trying to keep the tears from falling.
He stared at her, watched the way her chest heaved, watched her beautiful blue eyes mist over with tears, seen her eyes avoid him, point up, and blink so quickly he knew she was trying not to cry, to break down and sob. How many times had he looked into those eyes? Watched them dance with laughter, mist over at the end of a sad movie, become blind with passion?
"What... what do we...what do we do now." She finally got out sounding nearly angry by her inability to get out an entire sentence without her breath giving up and gasping for air her lungs desired.
"We..." Jack responded testing the word on his tongue. His body shook with anger, how could she have done this? How could his beloved Belinda do this to him? "We do nothing." She looked confused, and Jack gripped the shining gold band from his ring finger and walked over to her grabbing her hand and dropping it into her open palm. "We," he emphasized, "do nothing."
That did it. He watched Belinda's composure break and sobs broke loose. Every fiber of his being wanted to wrap his arms around her slender body, hold her close, breath in the comforting scent of her familiar shampoo. He wanted to wipe the tears from her cheeks, kiss her, make her... fall in love again. All over again.
But he wouldn't. He stared at her. She made her choice, and it wasn't him. Not entirely. "What happened to forever?" She whispered and if he hadn't had years of deciphering her cry-talking he'd have never figured it out.
"Forever was shorter than we thought."
"Yeah." He didn't turn around when he replied, and Belinda just stared at the back of his head.
"I'm sorry." She heard him scoff and could nearly see his smirk in her head. "It just..." she sighed, how cliche, "happened."
"Yes, you just tripped, and he was helping you up with his face."
"You don't have to be childish about it." Belinda responded her hands trembling.
"Childish," he repeated softly. "Why?" He finally turned around, finally faced her. "Why did you kiss him?"
Staring into his deep green eyes somehow, unimaginably made this so much harder. His forehead was wrinkled in his confusion, and, she seen, in his pain. She took a breath in, and it came out shaky. "Because... he was there." She responded simply, "and you... you never are." Her breathing picked up, she was blinking rapidly and looking up to the ceiling trying to keep the tears from falling.
He stared at her, watched the way her chest heaved, watched her beautiful blue eyes mist over with tears, seen her eyes avoid him, point up, and blink so quickly he knew she was trying not to cry, to break down and sob. How many times had he looked into those eyes? Watched them dance with laughter, mist over at the end of a sad movie, become blind with passion?
"What... what do we...what do we do now." She finally got out sounding nearly angry by her inability to get out an entire sentence without her breath giving up and gasping for air her lungs desired.
"We..." Jack responded testing the word on his tongue. His body shook with anger, how could she have done this? How could his beloved Belinda do this to him? "We do nothing." She looked confused, and Jack gripped the shining gold band from his ring finger and walked over to her grabbing her hand and dropping it into her open palm. "We," he emphasized, "do nothing."
That did it. He watched Belinda's composure break and sobs broke loose. Every fiber of his being wanted to wrap his arms around her slender body, hold her close, breath in the comforting scent of her familiar shampoo. He wanted to wipe the tears from her cheeks, kiss her, make her... fall in love again. All over again.
But he wouldn't. He stared at her. She made her choice, and it wasn't him. Not entirely. "What happened to forever?" She whispered and if he hadn't had years of deciphering her cry-talking he'd have never figured it out.
"Forever was shorter than we thought."