𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒓 . alex turner

The Bourne Identity

Jennie's POV

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It's been several days since our heated argument, and neither of us has reached out to reconcile, and I can't say I blame Alex.

Since he flew to London, lately, I've been imagining myself there, across the Atlantic. If only I had the balls to go. Instead, I'm in the middle of nowhere with Maggie, going along with her grand plan to get me to rethink my decisions. As if taking me to her family cottage by the coast, would make my situation any easier, or simpler

Sitting on her cottage deck, I view my swinging legs, kicking back and forth as I recline onto my elbows, aiming to unwind. Every so often, I quiver when my big toe grazes the frigid lake, flicking up droplets and sending steady ripples through the water.

"I brought you breakfast, " Maggie utters behind me. My torso contorts to see her cautious approach, holding out a plate of eggs, bacon, and avocado toast. I take a whiff and instantly salivate. "Thanks, but you didn't have to," I mutter lamely, undermining my real appreciation.

"If I didn't, you would've skipped breaky," she states, grinning dolefully. I grimace at her truth, hastily taking the plate from her grasp.

"Careful—" Maggie blurts, immediately silenced when I snatch the food from her. However, once the plate reaches my palm, the steaming ceramic burns its flesh, displaying what Maggie tried to warn.

"Hot!" I exclaim, crassly dropping the plate beside me, making it clamour loudly against the planks. Thankfully, the food remains unscathed.

"Watch it! That's my Gramy's china."

A beat of silence passes and we make eye contact, laughing at one another.

As our laughter disperses, a frown graces my features. "You didn't need to bring me out here, to tell me I'm an idiot," sighing, "I knew the second I walked out his door."

"Wow, I'm surprised you admitted it aloud," she huffs a moderate smirk then shadows my exasperation. "But you know what they say," I peer at her skeptically, "the coastal air helps a girl reflect," she muses as she lays back on the murky deck, hanging her legs off the edge, mirroring me.

"You come out here often?" I ask curiously, somewhat attempting to sway the direction of the conversation.

"Any chance I get really," Maggie closes her eyes, soaking in the scorching sun. "Should've brought you here sooner."

"I wish you did, it's beautiful," I comment, lying back again. "Then maybe I wouldn't have fucked up so bad," I quietly chuckle, clearly having difficulty not hinting at Turner.

"Yeah, you would," my head shifts at Mag's counter, and so does hers, connecting our gazes. "Eventually," she finishes. I smack her stomach making her wheeze slightly.

"Okay, love you too," sarcasm embellishes my tone. Maggie chuckles but doesn't say anything more. I pause, stammering, "What do ya mean?"

Maggie breaks away from my eyeline and sits up. I follow shortly after, straightening my spine. "Maggie," I mumble a plea.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" She observes the still scenery. My silence gives her my answer. "You've been on the fence with this guy forever, with any guy really." I stay soundless, letting her continue. "Though, you lasted way longer with Alex." I flinch at his name.

"What are you getting at?" I grumble, growing more bashful by the second.

Maggie's head tilts. "You never give them a chance."