What if things could have gone our way?
Jack stared up at the woman in front of him, her red wine eyes boring into his own. The beat of his heart was loud, so loud she could probably hear it. He didn't care, though.
It wasn't as if he was embarrassed of what his feelings clearly showed. He was an honest man, at least during that time.
He loved her, so much. She was his sun. She was his moon. Anything. He'd do anything for her.
He didn't hate her yet.
"Jack, can I ask you a question? " Her voice wasn't soft, not like any honey words a lady would speak, but cold, strong, and deep...like she held authority.
"Of course, Lacie."
"Why do you look at me like that? With eyes that see nothing, but hurt. Yet...you hold such love in them." She brought her hands to his face and ran her fingers through his hair.
He melted in her palms. They were cold, but never seemed more warm to him.
"Isn't it obvious?" He let out a shaky breath. Her eyes narrowed and her fingers moved to his ears, pinching them. He griminced, but didn't say a word.
"You fool...you shouldn't love someone like me. I'm a disgrace to existence." "Don't say that." "It's true." She smiled.
"Literally. And with someone like me? Don't you get offended by my words? I'm a stone cold woman, Jack. Right now, I can have you thrown out into the cold and kicked around like a Damn bloody dog."
Jack blushed a little. "I wouldn't care. As long as I would get to see you..."
Her eyes grew as Jack's emerald eyes soften. "Jack...'
She bent down and kissed his forehead, moving her hands back to his cheeks. They grew warmer as she let her lips linger over his forehead.
"Don't ever say that you wouldn't care. Cause I want you to care, Jack."
He listened to her.
She was humming her favorite melody that had yet to be named.
Even as he sits here, playing the haunting melody on his pocket watch, he can still hear her humming. The song had a name now.
"What's the name of that song?" A little girl with long brown hair asked the older male, playing with the watch. He closed it and turned from the lavender eyed girl to stare at the grave in front of her.
"It's called Lacie."
