Unhappily Ever Yours

4.

Weird. The last thing I remember was signing a paper and Jonesie was my ex and we were both dead and in Heaven and-

"Hey, you okay?" 

I roll over to put a face to the voice. When I open my eyes, Jonesie is there laying next to me brushing the stray hairs out of my face. 

"Yeah, sorry. I just had this crazy dream. We were dead and I hated you and it was all just...insane," I answer. 

He slowly stops and removes his hand. "Wasn't a dream, kid. You didn't read the fine print, did you?"

Confused, I shake my head. He leans up on his elbows, causing the blanket covering us to slide down his torso just slightly. It reveals his tan skin and defined features and I remember for a moment why I loved him. 

"The fine print read that when the judgement starts, you're going to wake up and feel alive again. The whole point is to 'reset' our lives. We've got to figure out how to fall in love again otherwise we get new soulmates."

I nod in response and kick the blanket off of my legs. If we have to try to fall in love again then I'm making this as hard as possible for him.

"Where are you going?" He asks. I shrug, "breakfast? Away from you? Literally anywhere but this bedroom. It gives me the creeps now that my cognition is working again."

I start leaving the room and soon after, the sound of footsteps follows close behind me. Then, a set of hands snake around my waist. 

"What are you doing?!" I shriek. I smack his hands away and run down the hall to what looks like our old kitchen. Jonesie runs after me and laughs, "trying to make you fall in love with me again. Didn't I just say that?"

"Flustering me isn't the best way to make me fall in love with you, asshole." I cover my face with my hands and lean onto the counter, resting my elbows. His footsteps echo and as they draw near, I move away from them. I move and I move until a wall stops me and I realize I've trapped myself between him and the pantry closet. 

"Last I checked, my charm was one of the reasons you fell in love with me in the first place," he smirks and slowly inches forward, reaching his arms out towards me again.

"Well...maybe I don't want to fall in love with you again! So stop it!" I duck underneath him and run out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, locking the door behind me. 

I don't hear anything for a while so I relax back into the bed and grab the book sitting on my nightstand. 

-

Suddenly, a knock at the door rings out and I clutch my chest in fear. Then I remember I'm dead and don't have a heartbeat anymore. 

"Go away Jonesie."

Another knock.

"Please, just leave me alone."

Another knock.

I jump out of the bed and swing the door open.

"What?!"

He kisses me softly and quickly then withdraws.

"This won't work the way it's supposed to unless we both try. I know you hate me. I don't understand why, but I know that you do. The only way we will know if we are truly not compatible is if you just let this happen. Stop fighting everything just because you're hurt."

Tears well up in my eyes. I'm not sure why really. Maybe it's frustration, maybe it's being overwhelmed, maybe it's like two percent that I really missed the way his lips feel on mine.