This Should Make A Terrible Story

The Last Morning

I knew I had a bad feeling about this.

Allow me to just narrate how the day all went to shit.

Today was the day Jessica was going to leave (yeah, that's one factor, but right now, you have no idea how bad it's about to get.) and I woke up earlier than usual.

As I made my way into the dining room, I was greeted by the sweet aroma of the usual breakfast meal. The same one I had yesterday. The alluring scent of Bacon meat cooking, along with Pancakes and an omellete.

"Your favorite!" I heard Sue say.

True enough, they are. But today, it just feels... off.

I rarely see Sue in the morning. She didn't have bedhair, it's like her hair's naturally good looking. Her top was transparent, and you could see her bare naked breasts (By now we're all used to it). She was wearing a free flowing transparent night gown, under that her white panties and on her feet were fluffy bunny slippers.

I noticed she looked nervous. She looked worried. Scratch that, she looked Frightened. Scared to her bones, and she's trying to hide it.

Knowing how Sue keeps her cool, I'd say she nearly fooled me. But I'm a Grayson, like her, and we notice every detail. To the mundane person, she looks collected. She looks cool. She looks ready to face the day ahead.

But I can see beneath that. I see her, overflowing with fear.

And I'm left to wonder what she's about to do at work.

"Thanks, Sue." I just told her as I sat down.

I was helping myself when there was a knock on the door.

"I got it." I said as I got up. I wasn't about to let our neighbors gaze at her hotness, no.

I opened the door to see Jessica. Jessica Lark. (Of course Jessica Lark, I mean Who else?)

"Miss J?" I said.

She looked teary-eyed. She looked sympathetic. Like she felt somewhat regretful.

She lunged at me to kiss me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. Tighter than she's ever held me in the past few days.

I couldn't be sure how to react, or how long that kiss took.

All I know is when she receded, we were both out of breath.

And that's when the tear dropped from her eye.

"Jess, what's wrong?"

"I lied to you, Bucky."

"..." I completely had no idea how to respond. Lied to me about what?!

"Right off the bat, I haven't told you, Bucky." She started.

"I've fallen in love with you."

"Yeah, but I'm in love with you too."

"That makes it worse." She said.

"Whu-why?!"

"Because I'm gonna take longer than a week. I don't know when I'll be back. I don't even know if it's a matter of When or If."

"What?!"

"I will try to keep in touch. But you have to promise me something."

"Anything, Jess." I said before my brain could even process me saying something.

She took off her necklace, one with a metal "J" on it, and handed it to me.

"Promise me you will remember me, Bucky."