Prove It.

amare {chapter three}

"What the fuck!" A sudden roar erupted from the lips of Nichola Astherbe.

Now now, Miss. Astherbe, no need to yell. After all, you started this. Had it been under any other circumstance, another time, without any of the past mistakes, hell - even another person, she would have been fine with it.

But due to the fact that it was indeed said circumstance, and that it was 10:49 AM in New York, that all the mistakes an words had already been said, and it was in fact Jack, she did flip out.

In the hands of the suddenly awake Jack, was a rose. A single wilted yellow rose - her favourite rose. After all of the drama, she didn't expect Jack to remember the deal, she didn't expect him to remember her favourite flower, anything.

She knew, that deep down, no matter how hard she protested, no matter how difficult it was to do the opposite, she would always love the silly and adorable boy.

She had been snuggled up beside him, her head on his chest with her left arm draped over his torso, and his around her to cuddle her close. Miss. Astherbe, 'twas you who had moved closer to Jack. 'Twas you who wanted his comfort and warmth in your unconscious state, Nichola. Her fatigued brain had not told her that snuggles with the ex was not allowed.

She could not be rude about that, she knew that. She knew that Jack's heart was fragile and she could perfectly snap it in half at any moment, he did too. With just five or more words, poof. She could not blow up about the fact that she had cuddled up to him and it was simply reflexes that instructed him to hold her closer. She knew it.

Though she despised what Jack had done to her, for exposing everything she trusted with, she could never - never - say those words. "I don't love you anymore." And his heart would be broken. She could do it, she just wouldn't. At the fact breaking his heart would indeed break her heart, maybe even a little bit more.

Even seeing those silent tears stream down his face that night, all the choked apologies, it still haunted her. She remembers only seeing his Adam's apple (due to her height limiting her vision) struggling to move within the forced constriction of his throat to keep back his cries.

Now, if that, Miss. Astherbe, broke your heart, the feeling of it slowly sinking to its emotional shredder in the pits of her stomach. She didn't know if she could physically control herself seeing him broken.

The saying;

"If you love something set it free. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours in the first place."

Plays a role here. Now Jack, honey, you're kinda cheating here. You set your love free, but you put a chip in her ankle, tracking her across the country. But he has a damn good reason to keep me alive.

I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself.

My name is Amare, pleased to meet you.